Led Zeppelin Reunion
Molti ricamano sui loro sogni.
Alcuni provano a realizzarli.
Ancor meno lo fanno con convinzione.
Pochissimi li trasformano in realtà.
Uno solo ha catturato il proprio, imprigionandone l’essenza in una cornice per vederlo ogni giorno della sua vita!
Sognare non costa nulla; neanche credere in ciò che si fa!
[Lorenzo Cantelmi, 17-09-2009]
Axiom of Travelling
Axiom of Music
fI you cannot travel physically, then the remedy is listening to music. Music concerns places: musicians encode places in frequencies by following their aesthetic stream. By transitive property, their frequencies are so powerful that could enable you to travel. It is not a case that music, according to the decadent Richard Wagner, was the superior art. Again, it is not a case that Aestheticism had its own roots in the Decadent Movement. By the way, when mixing travel and music absurd, senseless things always happen.
Inspired by a true absurd, esoteric story. A story where I took off by an airplane, but I softly, kindly landed by a zeppelin:
What looks coincidence for common people, is really not. Coincidences are just part of the Absurd. By Absurd you can prove formally Math theorems and, actually, have the best proofs.
It was absurd that, 10 years ago, I got injured to the really same finger Jimmy Page did injure to, before the concert.
Again, it was absurd that, once landed and inside the shuttle towards London, the bus driver was listening to the first Led Zeppelin album I bought in my life. Then, to me all that was the clear proof that I was really following my Aesthetic Stream. I felt it was definitely the “Good Time”
Chimaera is like a witch: she touches you when colors turn to warm, hot, then she runs away. She touches during autumn, the season of the witch. After having touched you, she leaves a thin red line you need to follow, you have to follow.
Instead of touching, sometimes She comes behind you and whispers to your ear. Then “the magic fills the air”, “I tell you no lie”. I was almost seventeen years old, watching the “The Song Remains The Same”. I perfectly recall the exact video frames where I listened to Her sweet voice: it was while Bonzo’s son, Jason, was playing his drums. Soon or later would have happened, soon or later Led Zeppelin would have met again to play the Concert of the Millennium and I would have been there. Really no doubts about! In the meantime there was nothing I could do, but rambling on.
Bluesmen stories are real. All of them hide the dark side of the unknown. By the way, I have to tell you the truth: no Devil exists. What people call Devil, is just Chimaera.
“She said, ‘You might get hurt if you don’t keep it hid’ […]
I see Her in the dark […]
goin’ to Rosedale”.
Chimaera rides in the darkness “with eyes that shine, burnin’ red” and turns into anything. Might be a black cat, like in ‘Fallen’ (1998). Might be a black Friday, like your dreams. Might be definitely a Black Dog:
Chimaera can shoot to your consciousness by any mean and, so, let your aesthetic stream reach the most mystic places. That night I had just the time to feel the bullet coming from the back, directly to my head. Then, I started to float, far from my body. In a second, I realized that She shot me with an uncommon gun. As cameraman, She shot me with a 35mm camera, obviously in the dark.
Then a stroboscopic alternation between flash and dark came to my sight. Pure vibrations, Her vibrations. For the first time I could feel Her Presence
Four musicians, Four Gods. Four, like the Classical Elements, seeking for the Fifth one, able to keep them all together Fourever: the Chimaera.
Indeed, “Talkin’ ’bout love” is of course Her business. When that happens you feel more than good. You feel really funky. The only thing you have to is “pumping your gas”. Then, all vibrations shake your engine from your foot. The rest is “trouble-free transmission” cause She does just Her job: She “helps your oil’s flow”
Exactly 10 years + 1 hour + 40 minutes ago, I was emailing my prof of Stochastic Processes to reserve my place for the examination. I deeply studied the probability associated to the intersection of the following events:
– No ticket in my hands
– 20 Millions of requests worldwide (Guinness world record for the Highest Demand for Tickets for One Music Concert)
– Crazy prices up to 150k euro
– Stay standing
– Stay standing in front of Jimmy Page’s amplifiers
– Stay standing in front of Jimmy Page’s amplifiers at just 10 meters far
and, surprisingly, the result was not zero or close to 0. In fact, hard to believe me, the probability was 1 by considering the, so-called, σ-Algebra of the Absurd, built by the measures of my senses and able to identify the aesthetic stream to follow: everything was already written.
Two days after the examination I took the flight, direction UK, still with no ticket at all.
“mar 27/11/2007, 22:49
Salve prof !
Dal momento che vorrei sostenere l’esame di “Processi Stocastici” il giovedì 6 dicembre, c’e’ disponibilita’ da parte sua per quel giorno?
Grazie e distinti saluti !”
At this stage, if I could not manage to come back into my body, was really “nobody’s fault but mine” She said, proudly. So, my floating continued “raising my soul to light”. Then, through harmonica vibrations, I finally, I finally got the Blues: “she taught me how to read”.
Chimaera is the source of the aesthetic stream. To localize Her you have to “close the door, put out the light”. Then, feel the winter, feel the snow, feel the wind blowing cold. “Choose where no-one goes”, feel Her mocking your every step, feel the doom howling. That is what I simply did.
Right, “lots of people talking, few of them know”.
When you feel She is back, then you are literally “Dazed and Confused”. That night the bass started to play, things started to turn in slow motion, horizontally. My eyes, like a film, were impressed by Her red eyes. Then, dimensions sublimed, gravity collapsed. The arch spun up the ascendant spiral, my soul was getting close to Her calling. Red eyes jumping everywhere. Each vibration sketched one line of Her, in my mind. I floated till the top of the electrical pyramid, but I could not reach Her yet, just Her slipstream.
Chimaera’s synthesis reflects my Psychophysics experience. It is an exemplification of my Experimental Aesthetics, firstly introduced in “Introduction to aesthetics” (1879) by Fechner.
Chimaera got, and will get, what she came for. No doubt about.
Chimaera makes you wonder. She really makes you wonder to free your mind from misgiven thoughts. You know, sometimes coincidences have two meanings.
From the West, where the light dies, where the dark rises, you might feel Her calling, whispering.
Hope that She will let you get back to reason, to the light. In such a case, “a new day will dawn”.
“If you listen very hard”, then Her “tune will come to you at last”.
So, be ready to “change the road you’re on”. Be sure that what you listen is really Her whispering wind, not a lying one.
If you are more than one taking the path, then you need to behave like one.
If you choose the lying whispering wind, then, instead of rocking, you will just roll down, over the stairway She bought for us.
Led Zeppelin did not roll, they did rock, up up to the top.
Chimaera turned them into gold, from Blues into Rock, immutable across the clock.
Everyone can see the stairway top, everyone has a Chimaera to thought.
Finding the really first step around, is hard like pushing you over the bound.
But if you go blind for a while, Her slipstream will show you, just behind.
When you place the first foot on it, then Her singing is irresistible sweet.
The purple acid light starts to bright, to lead you on the perceptions side.
If you reached the very last step, a writing you should have met:
“The Song Remains The Same”, to keep you in the Hall of Fame!
Only by wondering, travelling, listening,
you realize that “Any little song that you know
Everything that’s small has to grow”, and will grow
step by step, “sliding, sliding, sliding”
Chimaera, the Misty Mountain, in Lycia.
Chimaera, where the stairway climbs
Chimaera, with permanent gas vents
Chimaera, done of metamorphic rocks
Chimaera, burning of eternal fires
Chimaera, with geothermical spots:
Air, Earth, Fire and Water
Chimaera, the latent source of all metamorphoses:
The Metamorphoses (book VI 339 by Ovid; IX 648)
Chimaera, the latent source of all inspirations:
The Iliad (book 16) by Homer.
“So I’m packing my bags for the Misty Mountains
where the spirits go now,
Over the hills where the spirits fly
I really don’t know”, I really don’t know…why!
That night “all I saw turned to brown
As the sun burned the ground.
And my eyes filled with sand
As I scanned this wasted land”
Tried to find, tried to find where I’ve been. Chimaera “led me to that place”. She was the “pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream”,
She told me to heed the path, to return again, “across the sea of years”, after 10 years.
“Sure as the dust that blows high in June, when movin’ through Kashmir”.
Now it has happening again. “With no provision”, with invisible bags, “but an open face along the straits of fear”, “let me take you there”. I will take you there, at the top of the electrical pyramid, to know Her.
Then, from the top of the mountain, I found the spark to have a quantum leap into another space.
That spark got materialized by recalling Physical Graffiti, where are silently encoded the secrets to reach that place. Indeed the extended name should have been Psychophysical Graffiti: graffiti are left in your mind.
Most people stop listening to the epic ‘Kashmir’, but “In The Light you will find the road.”
In the light you will reach Plato’s chorismos:
Now, due to overwhelming light intensity, imagine to close your eyes.
Just doing so, your perception, without time, without space, without sight, will only rely on your binaural system.
Just doing so, your perception will localize the mobile sound source, coming from behind the wall:
Phase 1: under rock dBs shoots, the sonic wall started to shake and converge. That pushed my eyes opening. In a while, I realized that, what was initially an unbound source, was limited by the upside down electrical pyramid, the Wizard was creating.
Phase 2: The light beam got narrower and narrower, much like Ghostbusters’ trap, much like an hologram entrapped, till it reached the ray size, socalled “aesthetic stream singularity”.
Phase 3: At that precise instant, the drums boosted alternatively the cosmic energy to clearly impress Her face, line by line: a projection from Plato’s Hyperuranion, an infinite dimensional Hilbert ideas space, to ours, the vectorial euclidian one.
Phase 4: my mind was literally blown by Her supreme beauty, superseding Nefertiti’s one: the beautiful woman has now come. Same origin, same pyramid, but now at the really top.
Phase 5: The psychophysical experience started to softly decay. Reverse engineering process started unconsciously to run in background to reconstruct Her whole love power.
Welcome to Chimaera’s Day,
Welcome to the Advent day,
Welcome to the Revelation day
By following exactly the stream you approached a higher level of consciousness: you are now ready.
Let us start from revealing Her number…
What if I was not lying about the confusion people do with the devil.
What if was not a coincidence the fact that Bonzo used to sing Jimi Hendrix stuff “(Sing a song, brother) … Sing on Brother, play on drummer”.
What if it was not a coincidence the fact that Robert Plant mentioned both explictly during the concert.
What if Hendrix discovered with tricks the secrets, but “nobody knew what he was talking about”
What if Hendrix discovered with tricks the secrets about how to catch Her
What if Hendrix then preferred to keep staying in the other space
What if Hendrix found the number in the absurd
Finally, what “if 6 turned up to be 9″…
Please, be ready. Follow the procedure:
1. choose your favorite room
2. be sure nobody can disturb you
3. use the best device in terms of audio/video resolution and monitor size
4. vertical orientation is the best one
5. “feel the winter, feel the snow, feel the wind blowing cold”: open the window
6. sit in front of your device
7. ideally, plug your best headphones to your device
8. “close the door, put out the light”
9. when you feel, take a deep breath
10. play the soundtrack will be provided
11. just after, click on the additional link will be provided
12. once clicked, let the aesthetic stream flow: leave any device input/control
13. synchronize with Her: counts the seconds as modulo-9-counter, till the end of the soundtrack
I am not responsible of any effect or consequence (like Stendhal syndrome) due to such a subjective experience. If you do it, you do it at your own risk.
Are You Experienced?
The story is ending up, but before let the oracle blow
“If you can just get your mind together
Then come on across to me
We’ll hold hands an’ then we’ll watch the sun rise
From the bottom of the sea
Are You Experienced?
Ah! Have you ever been experienced?
Well, I have
I know, I know
You’ll probably scream n’ cry
That your little world won’t let you go
But who in your measly little world are trying to prove that
You’re made out of gold and – a can’t be sold
So-er, Are You Experienced?
Ah! Have you ever been experienced?
Well, I have
Ah, let me prove it to you
Trumpets and violins I can hear in the distance
I think they’re calling our names
Maybe now you can’t hear them, but you will
If you just take hold of my hand
Ah! But Are You Experienced?
Have you ever been experienced?
Not necessarily stoned, but beautiful”
Indeed, just a musician, just an experienced Chimaera rider could lead you to the truth, at the end.
Finally, once experienced, I could not ask Her more,
but: “Carry me back, carry me back, baby, where I come from”
With open arms, She taught me also how to dance
by ‘rocking and rolling’ down through the steps of my sense
What a night! what a night! Dynamite! Dynamite!
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Aesthetica Axiom IV
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