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Death of the Party
by gurdonark
Recommends (12)
Sat, Jun 21, 2008 @ 5:29 PM

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radiotimes
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permalink   Sat, Jun 21, 2008 @ 8:24 PM
A dark piece of work for a dark sad tale.

The unneccessary loss of any life is a matter for deep regret but for those who love music to see the candle snuffed out on those who try to bring a little magic into our lives brings on a very cold feeling of loss.

At first the “frog” sound that runs through the piece was a distraction but on the second listen I see its attraction. Disturbing and pointing towards a cancer in society that shows that man at times can be far less than the lowest of animals on the planet.

A good message from a bad event told in your inimitable way.
victor
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permalink   Sat, Jun 21, 2008 @ 9:11 PM
You’ve really captured something here. A masterpiece of music for a tragically random act.

Thanks.
essesq
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permalink   Sun, Jun 29, 2008 @ 10:39 PM
This is a real gem. While it is undeniably dark it is also somewhat tranquil. I love the sounds in this, it is rich in texture, an d matches the emotional nature of the story and sentiment you convey in your notes.

Personally this story brings back to mind, rather sadly the story of a high school classmate of mine. Our graduating class had only 43, 42 as a reult of the incident I am about to convey. One of our classmates, an exceptionally gifted jazz musician, who quite frankly had it all going on, he was the whole picture, stylish, totally cool, all around amazing person, was shot our senior year somewhere in the city and was killed. It was very hard on all of us, and although things like this shouldn’t be said, it seemed especially unfair for one who had so much. talent.

On another tangent, today I was listening, as I often do to NPR’s weekly program on faith and spitituality “Speaking of Faith.” This weeks guest was the chaplain for the Maine game warden’s I believe. Her job was to minister to the people who had lost loved ones in the wild woods of Maine whether by violence or accident, whatever. She often delivered the news of the death or accompanied the grieving as they went to visit the body of their loved ones.

When things that were truly evil happened, as when the death was the result of a crime, she was often asked where God was in this process. She said that she thought it odd that people always want to see the hand of God in unlikely good outcomes but not in the bad ones, which require just as unlikely a chain of events to bring forth their evil results.

She said when she wants to see God at work in these trying times she looks to the people who respond to help the family or the authorities to solve the mystery of the death or find the missing person.

I think people are too quick to dismiss love when it comes knocking at their door rather than linger for a while feeling the warmth of it’s embrace.