Harmonic

I was blessed to grow up immersed in musical harmony. My mother and all nine of her siblings sang beautifully. No family gathering was complete without a couple of hymns sung round the piano in 4 part harmony. My cousin, the family proto-hippie, had an impressive record collection. I use to sneak into his room and wear out his copy of Buffalo Springfield Retrospective. He introduced me to The Byrds, which led me to Crosby, Stills & Nash (and eventually Young.) Those tight, twisting California harmonies felt like family to me. They felt like home. David Crosby talked about how hard it is to sing the middle part, to hold your note and resist the pull from two different directions. I's the place where the magic happens. When harmonybis just right, the infinite overtones open, an experience I've had exactly once and will never forget. It sounds like two mirrors facing each other infinitely reflecting back onto each other. There is no end. Everything is energy. Energy is vibration. When vibration is aligned, it creates harmony. It is the closest I've come to God.