The first few sounds of Dream Theater‘s Blind Faith are just perfect. Somehow it makes me feel something i really enjoy feeling, though it’s far from being either a happy or a good feeling, it’s just unique, and close to perfect.
But it’s not the art of Dream Theater i wanted to write about, but the work of an other american, to be exact, sadly a past american, namely Kurt Vonnegut. I read Slaughterhouse Five (that was past tense). Interesting is, how past already arrived among the words of this writing, though i didn’t intend to use it for a while. I should learn from what master Vonnegut said about writing (won’t cite it now, it’s in the back of the Bagombo Snuff Box). Well, this book (i mean Slaughterhouse Five) is very Vonnegut-ish. After reading that aforementioned coda, i could see many of his writing principles fulfilled.
