Is that what music has been doing all this time, making the extremities of human feeling tolerable, bringing them into line? Tone and cadence mark the limits of what can be supported. By following the note to the end of its journey you could even learn to disappear and love it. The truly exotic, the music that doesn’t remind you of music you’ve already heard, seems to make possible a glimpse of the kind of creature you have been all along. This is the sound that is made when you confront the only home anyone can finally claim, the edge where flat sea meets black rock.
Geoffrey O’Brien, Sonata for Jukebox, 288