Tectonically, music swallows everything. Despite how artists and opportuntists balance the musical atmosphere through commerce and equally idealistic theory, the real development is nothing but itself, and furthermore never static (even within the context of memory and history).

While countless numbers of musicians continue to flip out of the goop in brilliant arcs and lingering tails, immeasurably more are thick in the soup, importantly maintaining the foundation. It is to these artists which intuition most readily appears; as the energy shifts, so do they, in teeming but separate realities that pull each other into magnetic collages... split assunder by observation vectors and dimensional analysis.