Beet stretch........................................... it's exactly what it sounds like

I listened to the first hour of the first track. It was really quiet at first and I thought, "where's the music? Why don't I hear it?" But slowly and surely I heard the note creeping in. It is really good ambiance to meditate to. As I was listening I was thinking hard (probably too hard) about what images it produced in my head. It felt as if I were going on an epic journey... but not necessarily a journey of my own. I thought of mountains, forming, growing, being worn down again. I think that I thought of this because the mountains are my place of origin and it tends to be where I do the best reflecting...but also the music comes in waves, making me automatically think of the contours and elevations of a landscape. The notes were suspenseful, but not in a way that caused anxiety... it was more of a humble acceptance. The long drawn out note made me feel as if I was waiting for something. It took awhile not to be impatient and wait for what was next but just to enjoy following the stretch. When I reached that point of acceptance, it was much more satisfying...and waiting out the moments of silence became more exciting than frustrating.

Like other forms of classical music, the songs are incredibly long. I am interested to hear more, I listened to the second track a bit as well. That track sounds more a little more mellow for some reason. It is unbelievable how long these notes can be held, and how slightly the notes vary during transitions. It seems like an organic thing, living, breathing, and changing. I cannot even fathom the amount of patience it took to create this. All I can say is that the composer must have been really lost in the zen. I wondered how someone might dance to this music...flowing slowly but freely--stretching in ways that seem physically impossible. Is also wondered what kind of film that this music may be attached to. Probably something fantastical, a mystical battle between good and evil, a journey in and out of black and white, stretching through the gray areas and being lifted toward the light. The motions that went along with this piece: stretching, floating, ascending. Never really falling, never really reaching a climax, but always coming incredibly close.

When I am free for a few hours and ever feel like working on my patience, I will attempt to listen to more beet stretch. I have never heard anything like it.