Banga-Patti Smith
Constantine’s Dream, song eleven.
It’s time. The hand slowly flows to press play, A budding excitement tingles just the surface of your skin. Simmering bubbles of bright red cells waiting to burst. We have permission they chant. It’s time. On play the awakening of a sensory and emotional thirst. 10 minutes and 20 seconds of permission.
10 minutes and 20 seconds of permission to dive deep into the waters of the starless midnight blue, almost black even, sky. To slither through calm seas and long dark voyages, to speak with serpent queens and ride stormy weather. To experience chaos and beauty. Permission to dim the lights and dream in abundance. To reconnect with the depths of your soul.
Banga, a powerful, chaotic, beautiful, at times surprising album of sharp melodic twists and turns inspired by Smith's unique dreams and observations on the human kind.
How abundantly wondrous it would be if we cohabited in her world of timelessness permission.
10 minutes and 20 seconds. Tell me…you?
