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Listening to Triadic Memories is like raising my eyes to the night sky, and observing a starless celestial vault that tells me nothing about who I am or who I might be. The silences, the pauses between chords; the charade of notes suspended in nothingness; the indefinite repetitions; the arbitrary transition from one melody to another; the denial of any sentiment.
Listening to Triadic Memories is like raising my eyes to the night sky, and observing a starless celestial vault that tells me nothing about who I am or who I might be.
The silences, the pauses between chords; the charade of notes suspended in nothingness; the indefinite repetitions; the arbitrary transition from one melody to another; the denial of any sentiment.
Dive into the haunting world of Morton Feldman's Triadic Memories—explore a musical experience beyond emotion and time.
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