2003-05-19 9:41 a.m.
This morning I received the rough mixes of the second half of my recordings from Christoffer.
I listened to them. And I stood in awe and I cried and cried. There were no useful words to describe how I felt—strange washes of emotion, tingles, chills. I was humbled by the shortcoming of language. And I couldn't believe it was my music.
For the first time since I was a little boy, there was magic in music once again. I can't believe it: the magic is back. I had totally resigned myself to the fact that the magic of music would never come back again, it was forever lost. I don't know what happened, but I guess I was wrong.
And to think that these songs were birthed through me just makes me cry more.
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