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personal info... (Charles Feinn)
sex:male
hometown:San Mateo, CA - United States
age:29
website: www.mixmatchmusic.com
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musical info...
instruments:steel string guitar (washburn
takamine); nylon string guitar (avalo); keyboard (kurzweil)
takamine); nylon string guitar (avalo); keyboard (kurzweil)
DAW:Pro Tools 7.1 (intermediate)
style:funky, jazzy, classy, tango, trippin' hop, indie, folk rock.
favorite artists:radiohead, mmw, rjd2, immortal technique, cake, bela fleck, postal service, gotan project, manu chau,
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about me:Musical phrases pulsed across his veiny hands and down their bony fingers where the electrical impulses, translated across the media of bone, muscle and tissue, were changed yet again through the steel strings that lay across his fret board. The synergistic dichotomy between his brain and it's amplifier actively achieved their harmony as they fed back upon one another; idea to execution, execution to idea.
And then nothingness... The sounds resonating throughout the small padded room quickly decayed into bland silence, broken only by a soft light peering through cloudy basement windows.
With out a breath, his eyelids lifted unsheathing clairvoyant eyes. Looking out they saw an endless plane of energy and order. He watched as shapes moved across the space, each in perfect harmony with the pressures around it. For him the music hadn't ended, it was part of the plane, as everything was, vying for a space where it may rest (if only for a while) in this sea of symphony.
And then nothingness... The sounds resonating throughout the small padded room quickly decayed into bland silence, broken only by a soft light peering through cloudy basement windows.
With out a breath, his eyelids lifted unsheathing clairvoyant eyes. Looking out they saw an endless plane of energy and order. He watched as shapes moved across the space, each in perfect harmony with the pressures around it. For him the music hadn't ended, it was part of the plane, as everything was, vying for a space where it may rest (if only for a while) in this sea of symphony.
