The rumbling bass crescendo of one
deeply thrumming musical phrase
after another in a series of thunderclaps
with the percussive quality that
reaches deep into the listener's
viscera to take us back in primal
time when this was music as
now interpreted by Japan's Kodo
drummers to evoke our distant past.
The celestial drummers' basso
profundo inviting the skies to light the
dark basket of night in a blaze of
brief glory, with divinely impressive
cymbals and the brass of tubas pacing
eruptions that blast throughout the
night-time hours. A trifecta of perfect
drama to impress those huddling for
reassuring comfort in their beds as
torrents of rain pound their windows.
The three elements joined in pursuit
of presenting the ultimate play of
atmospheric conditions in a violent display
of relentless, arrogant power that Nature
now and again permits her vassals
with the wind drawing on opportunity to
conduct the symphonic tone poem played
to its reluctant audience.
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