August 1, 2003
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Fearful Meditation
“The Max D. Barnes-penned title track, with its stark-reality lyrics, is nothing short of haunting: ‘Time is a weapon, it’s cold and it’s cruel; It knows no religion and plays by no rules; Time has no conscience when it’s all said and done; Like a beast in the jungle that devours its young.’ That’s so good, it hurts! Price’s still-amazing vocals are simply the chilling icing on the cake.”
– Lisa Berg, NashvilleCountry.com
O fearful meditation! Where, alack,
Shall time’s best jewel from time’s chest lie hid?
— Shakespeare, Sonnet 65
Clue: click here. This in turn leads to my March 4 entry Fearful Symmetry, which contains the following:
“Every transition from major to minor in a sonata, every transformation of a myth or a religious cult, every classical or artistic formulation was, I realized in that flashing moment, if seen with a truly meditative mind, nothing but a direct route into the interior of the cosmic mystery….”
– Hermann Hesse, The Glass Bead Game
“How strange the change from major to minor….”
– Cole Porter, “Every Time We Say Goodbye“
