I’m sitting here in Beit Haamudim, in the hustle and bustle of Tel Aviv. The weekend street fair is in full swing (no pun in intended). The smells of a close by market and the candy stall man calling out prices, fills the air. Nestled into a small corner of a building with an outdoor café that hides the interior of an almost decrepit, yet 100% homely and inviting, and warm space filled to the brim with people bring you in.
It’s at times like these, where the sounds of music give rise to parts of your body if you listen.
Imagine a speaker that resonates from your heart, as the resonance from instruments, or a voice draws you closer in. Draws your heart into the throes of a vibration. You might tackle that music through the feet, and how your toes grasp at the bar stool chair grounded you.
You might use your third eye to imagine the crashing of symbols or the snap of a snare if you’re hidden behind a pillar.
This moment is all about using your senses, and your intuition to grasp the flow, and the meaning of music as the musicians communicate it.
The resonance, consonance, and dissonance of what is a team of people together in a band, responding, calling, and talking to bring you in.