A sudden sense of quiet comes over me, drowning out the road drill outside, and the staccato radio bleating its inane unconsidered opinions at me.
As the temperature slips away, and muscles tighten with stress, the focus drifts off to another place.
This is the ‘Gate to the Minds Eye’, flowing over me like cold sheets on a warm day, the ones that never stay that way, ice cold water through the toes at the waters edge, or the cheek stinging breeze of the fresh sea air on the deck of an exotic cruise liner. Or merely the touch of a loved one.
Four muted and subtle chords, the whispered words of a female voice in French, and an agonizing but crystal clear lead vocal.
This track is ‘The Voyage of the Minds Eye’ by Mr. Dolby. How does he get that piano to sound so bright? Great sound track.
And then all too soon it fades.
As the temperature slips away, and muscles tighten with stress, the focus drifts off to another place.
This is the ‘Gate to the Minds Eye’, flowing over me like cold sheets on a warm day, the ones that never stay that way, ice cold water through the toes at the waters edge, or the cheek stinging breeze of the fresh sea air on the deck of an exotic cruise liner. Or merely the touch of a loved one.
Four muted and subtle chords, the whispered words of a female voice in French, and an agonizing but crystal clear lead vocal.
This track is ‘The Voyage of the Minds Eye’ by Mr. Dolby. How does he get that piano to sound so bright? Great sound track.
And then all too soon it fades.
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