When you close your eyes whilst listening to music and each statement gives you a weird sensation you can only describe as your mind refiling its stored memories in order of importance. You’re in a state of slow breathing but every time the nostalgic ‘hallucinations’ kick in, your breathing subconsciously speeds up and you get a dodgy tingling in your lungs which pulsates out to your arms. Producing vivid images of past times in your own experiences in full HD colour projected onto the blackness of the rear of your eyelids, the colours seems controlled by the music itself. It’s not a matter of feeling regret or pleasure over these memories, you don’t seem to feel anything towards them in particular, the nostalgic memories are just there. All your small little stories, documented without connecting to your emotion. - True stapled memories your brain find important to your soul as the person you are will connect to your emotion. Nostalgia feels like something deeper, right down in your subconscious. Things you’re not really supposed to remember as anything in particular or important, no statement of your personal journey, just things that are there like ghosts which will haunt you when something has changed since those times.
I fucking love those ‘10 minute bangers’ where you sit down to a track, start making it and within 10 minutes all of the ideas are streaming in! You hear all of the clashes, harmonics merging, atmosphere and sense of space even before you’ve laid anything sufficient down. So, all you have to do is follow the energy coming from you to create the finished product. Sometime spontaneous inspiration is questionable as is destiny itself. Are we consciously able to control what we do really? Or are we just following an already written path?