To my lady, my lady

I swear to Dirt... there is no greater thing than this time and place.

House Fire Bird by Bumcello is built by masters of sound. It starts out with a rhythmic aria, the air terraced by installments of violins and cellos comfortable with their own presence. In the back is a drummer tapping his feet with zest... his left on the hi-hat pedal and his right on the bass drum pedal. Back and forth he goes. A quick tap of a wooden block off-tempo immediately takes an American listener from what might have originally seemed like a piece written quickly for a moment of cinematic sincerity into a geographic exercise in sound. Walking right into the middle of the scene is a jazz flute, singing and humming along. It's the kind of tone and melody you'd expect to hear from a couple city blocks away in South America and wonder who the lucky people might be who could possibly be enjoying their afternoon that much.

The flute and the drums continue a romantic conversation while the wind runs through the strings in the background. The flute player almost breaks ranks and starts singing through the instrument. It spills a metallic, tubular voice clumsily into the middle of the table rich with the enthusiasms only shared by friends. Then it breaks down and the true colors come out.

A classical guitar appears on the right channel and paints the full Portuguese portrait. Complete with percussive rattles and rhythmic melodies, a serious listener realizes the futile role words actually have in the world of music. The flautist returns to singing through the instrument briefly out of sheer excitement while the group continues to chip away at a sturdy slab of Composure.

The strings come back in a step lower and pull us back underwater for a moment of reflection. Wandering back across lines written in the sand, we wonder which lines ever held any meaning in the first place. One person's revelation is another person's preoccupation. The circular sound moves with the implied certainty of a circular wind. And wooden taps let us know that there are friends behind us.

The driven pace dissipates once more and gives way to the guitarista tocando su love. Encuentra what you love about the world and the world will provide que te encantas every time. Include heritage and value in your breath and intention will inherently be both kind and sincere.

Color your surroundings with Intention and you will be known for who you really are.

To my lady, my lady... maybe you're in Brazil playing a flute somewhere.


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