SUCH A LONG TIME AGO
Before the first chicken and first egg were placed on opposing ends
of the unknown earth and some time after the last colony of aliens left
us for lighter clime we, as a species, discovered something that had
once been lost somewhere in our infinite journey through the stars.
An essential part of culture now, humans have only recently felt sonic
pulse and tone consciously.
Two calves ate 'shroom spread plentiful throughout the parts and I do
not believe, by accident. Suitably changed they heard the stream in
a different manner. It soothed ears in a way that lifted spirits beyond
known capacity, and as cud lifted from fresh-rinsed mouths ears were
deafened by its depositing on the stream bed. The water now gave more
than its life force as the subtle noise changes when they drank were
firstly enjoyed and later understood as language. Its development through
time became an entertaining pursuit for our friends and as years unwound
the couple decided to share their secret with a passing colony of hermaphrodite
annelids. Familiar with the fungus they made links to the games with
ease. Taut ear drums receiving minute signals; their bodies rippled
with pleasure at the resonating, slow-moving worms through virgin soil.
Inter 'special' dialogue gave other nomadic animals the chance to put
their twist on the sacred game of cow and so, music was born.
Meanwhile, man and woman began to leave their mark and as tribes and
factions scattered on a vast diaspora, so to their level of understanding
for each other spread thin. They communicated in many dialects but had
no way to transmit feeling. As a result wars had been fought for millennia
as we grappled for power and domination over our piers. Chieftain of
one of the warring factions hosted council to the other strong contenders
and, on the ill advice of her shaman, executed one of the calves. The
elders were taken higher as they drank the blood and feasted on the
saturated flesh until, in pools of their own bile, they passed to deep
and troubled sleep. The shaman, with ruptured lungs, drowned by his
own blood as his arteries pumped hallucinogenic cells into his breathing
apparatus. The gathered men and women awoke with new found sensory perception.
With no guide, and the orgy still pulsing heartbeats, a twisted world
order was set in place before brunch. No insight had been made however
and the new-born brain skills were put back to work in the drudgery
of material gain, power and envy. A dominating force they became, but
merely as a "bigger" incarnation of their past inadequacy.
Different in no other way.
The remaining calf fled to the surrounding hills where she grew old
fast and soon fed what had sustained her through the thousand years
of change she had glanced on and slept through. Others had witnessed
the blood-letting but abstained from participation. Knowing there would
be an earthly connection to this bovine magic it was not long before
these to felt the world in new colours. Peacefully nourishing, the new
collective bore a knowledge on a plane with the cows and delighted their
senses with nature and, essentially - music.
These who had found what the earth had to offer without afflicting premature
death developed their skills and are directly responsible for the sustenance
of music as an organism. The feasted tribe were signing contracts in
the spilt blood before the ground could take payment and are directly
responsible for what else is left and most of what is muck-spread on
the burnt new earth.