- I wish to tell the story explaining the day I experienced the joy of Musical Eden. It was a golden afternoon when I stood in that garage, its air warm and humid. The stage had a drummer and one guitarist in front of a microphone. He held something that he called a piano guitar, a secret instrument. It was an electric guitar with piano wire tuned perfectly to sing the exquisite melancholy of the supernatural. It was a drug synthesized into sound, delivered via the ear to be absorbed by my brain. Emotions of a thousand different spirits coursed through my mind, flashing images across my souls theatre. Phantasmagoric reality was injected into my universe, the melody crafted by a mad genius who studied the religion of sound. This music seeped into the ground and breathed life into the dead, causing them to dance in their pine coffins that rot for the rest of time. Earth holds decomposing flesh; hidden pain desperately buried in an attempt to forget what was lost. The singer was unreal, a holy ghost scorching the dreams of sleepers that try to escape their world. He was a messiah preaching with rock and roll, folk, and techno disco, radically broadcasting the human spirit in waves fluxing through the air, delivering the words of the wise, the understanding of knowledge sought but not studied.