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Only Science Can Tell Us the Truth
Posted: Thursday, March 06, 2008
By: Charity VanDeberg
Concert Editor
Radium88 has created a futuristic soundscape that beautifully merges gentle instrumentals and science fiction.R
The ship didn't carry little green men or frightening nightmare creatures intent on destruction. In fact, we didn't see any occupants at all. But as we climbed aboard, we were overcome with a sense of comfort and gentle awe. Before we realized that the portal had slid closed, we were apart from the earth, gliding above the fields and roads we knew so well. The music filled our ears and eased our minds. We were held in the soothing quality of familiar instruments blending with more foreign sounds, classical piano gently combining with pulsing tones, electric guitars, and electronically-created noises. We saw the world as we know it but now not so immediate. What problems could reach us up there? A beautiful yet slightly inorganic voice sang of sleepwalking, an experience we could fully appreciate as nothing seemed as real as it must surely be. The piano played on tirelessly, highlighting our journey over the trees, hills, houses, and people... so many people. They were like insects, performing their tasks as the piano played their rhythm. We paused over a large city and the music intensified. The oddly inflected voice sang a story of "The Man Who Invented Himself" and we listened. We learned. And we moved on to the sea. The notes of the piano danced through our ears like the soft foam as it caressed the pebbles on the beach. It was nearly lost as a heavier pounding rhythm rose, but straining, we never lost its joyful music. There were so many songs and so many sights. We had seen more of the planet than we had thought existed. We saw "The Sound of Light," the true nature of machines and humanity. We wondered if we could ever take it all in. Would we remember it when it was over?
When we saw what lay below us, we realized we had reached the end. Our invisible hosts had returned us to our home. The final lesson was learned as we stepped onto the cracked pavement and watched the ship return silently to the stars. "Infinity is Everywhere." We had no reason to fear losing the memories made that day. The music had become part of us. It conveyed so much more than words ever could do alone.