Its choppy at first, but synchronized; its like a boat ride. But then you make it out to see and you remember being there before, you remember the lighthouse and waves exploding into waterworks as they meet the rocks.
Youve heard the voice before, in your dreams or memories (perhaps both), and it doesnt seem so strange anymore. The sounds crash and then meld. They form avenues that hes traversed since a boy and hes guiding you. He sounds a bit nervous, a bit anxious, and a bit shy but he soars above you so you follow. He doesnt leave you behind; he dips down lulling you out from behind the walls and picks you up.
And suddenly 1997 is 2007 and its like you fell asleep and dreamed yourself a life. Woke up to noise on high and like the room- still and empty- you stood and it fell from the ceiling in drops of notes and chords bathing you in music.
These memories of music, they haunt you. Youre a radio head.
THOUGHTS???