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a cup of contrapuntal tea - marsy mars lyrics

the ovaries of san theo’
are hardly a woodstock of the great

london’s a city of contrapuntalism. to navigate it, you need be capable of contrapuntal thinking. best way of acquiring that capability is to listen to contrapuntal music, like marsy mars’ music. contrapuntal is the adjective used to describe the phenomenon of counterpoint. in music, as in any other context to which it might be applied, counterpoint is a relationship between musical voices in which the voices themselves are rhythmically and melodically independent of one another, but which arе harmonically interdependеnt

it’s hard to write one beautiful song – the rules of counterpoint demand that you write two, three, four beautiful songs that are able to coexist within the sp*ce of one composition, given at once a certain free reign of development, all the while serving the greater purpose of the whole. that kind of music, the kind of music you’ll find on this very record and all marsian records, as such mirrors an ideal conception of the greater society, in which neither individual development nor a glad willingness towards wider goal is utterly subordinated

[bar 23] that’s why, in a society like this one, in order for it to grow less miserable, counterpoint, in thought and, yes, maybe in song too, need be embraced. it requires a certain lavishness of musical facility, a charitable good*nature against adversity, an ability to delight in the sense of a cosmos interdependent, one in which “every chord of human destiny arouses a multitude of voices to both parallel and contrary motion”

that’s a whole new economy we’re talking about, but we’ve begun minting the currency. that’s a whole new culture incipient, but we’ve begun sketching out the plans for this quietest of long*unfolding revolutions. or, no, in fact, perhaps not a quiet revolution at all, but a songful one, a revolution truly musical

and if then, instead of a bullet, we must let fly with thought and note, then here’s the next volley, from old zvezdolikiy, marsy mars

- marsy mars lyrics

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