Somewhere Over The Cosmos

The girl could play, her fingers flitted across the keys at a dizzying pace. It wasn’t just that she could play fast, I’ve always felt that it’s much harder to play at slower tempos, there’s so much space to fill, and not fill. She could play because she was so accomplished and so musical, and she was comfortable in any genre. She was an awesome musician, a musician who happened to orbit planes I never knew existed. In other words- she was really out there! Now I’ve been known not to have a toe or two on the ground from time to time, but she had total liftoff!

She was kind of a throwback to the late 60’s or early 70’s- a hippie, yippie, trippy kind of a gal. Her utterances reminded me of Monk at times, no one could discern their meaning, not even the most perspicacious individual. She was totally out there, yet we clicked and formed a bond. We shared similar  cultural experiences growing up and we were both sensitive, creative beings who looked at the world differently (her vantage points being a bit further out there in the cosmos than mine). We could communicate, and we developed an understanding on deep levels. Time was irrelevant- we spent a total of two hours together, and all of this transpired and unfolded within moments. Existential phenomena cannot be analyzed, broken down or explained. It just is what it is.

She was a wild free spirit who put herself out there in order to take in all the universe had to offer and leave a little of herself hanging out there in the exchange. She danced all over my minor bluesy tune, and we ended up having to pair back a lot of what she gave us in the mix. She loved my changes, and she wove through them like a true master.  Less is more, more often than not. It was all so good, we chose to add her into the mix like a secret ingredient- subtle, delicious, pulling all of the other flavors together.

Her wild, flowing curls matched her free flowing spirit and bohemian ways. Funky clothes, midnight shades and altered states framed the mystery of her transcendence. She was enigmatic and cool beyond belief, connecting to all omnipresent vibrations- musical, visceral and ethereal. It was an amazing session, and I had such a good time. In fact our session is without a doubt one of my most treasured studio experiences.

She’s out there doing her thing now and I’m doing mine. We haven’t had a chance to come together again in the studio but she left me with so much more than the sublime part she laid down that day. I can listen back and remember and reflect, and smile, and breathe, and ponder and wonder. All because of a hippie, yippie, trippy girl, a brilliant keyboardist who floated somewhere over the cosmos and onto my recording one late Spring afternoon.