i was thinking about this the other day when i was listening to the radio & one vocalist was lazily leaning back on the rhythm of the song. i could picture her in my head - leaning back until the music caught her as she floated gently backwards - landing on the beat & carried along by it in kind of a woozy gentle melodic throb.
i think playing behind the beat is my default in life too. Everything is always happening too fast for me. Neil makes quick decisions - and i need to think and absorb. i'll let the time get away on me - and need to consciously force myself to watch the
& then on years like this one... the rhythm hardly means anything at all... & the whole song becomes rubato... all aching melody - single notes extended & others nearly neglected in this strange grieving tune.
i'm leaning back... way back... & waiting for the rhythm section to come in. Rescue me, throbbing pulse of real life, let me feel the swing of the music as it shifts into a different interlude and i'm carried into a different, less painful - section of my opus.