This song is just a jam I put together. The sounds of what seems to be a cat can be heard behind the wall of music. It reminded me of that E.A. Poe story of the one eyed black cat.
instrumental
progressive rock
biker rock
Story behind the song
I was 14, this all black cat with a tad of white fur gauntly displayed on its chest missing one eye, came to me from out of nowhere one day. Sadly, it would return there too, some day. But not until it taught me something I need to know. It was late October and the laden sky grew darker and colder. The cat had lost most of its fur and the eye that was gouged out was ghastly oozing. Winter would surely kill it. So I warmed up some watered down milk and I placed it in with some dry cat food to soak. All while I grabbed a towel and a rather thick cardboard box. I proceeded to cut a hole in the box big enough so that the cat could get through. I then turned it upside down so that the howling wind would quiet down and give rest to this daunted aligning cat. Once I placed the towel and food inside, the cat drudged itself inside. After many weeks and months caring for the cat it would finally let me pet it. I found that she, had six toes on her front paws, a mutation from birth. One day in English class my teacher pasted out this small in size but life changing book. What was inside it altered my life forever. The grim macabre stories of Edgar Allan Poe. They seemed to be a dream within a dream to me, lashing page for page the horrors I lived. One day in class we came across his story, The Black Cat. I was astonished at the resemblance of features that my black cat and the words for which Poe wrote, were cannily the same. I’d told my teacher I’d take a picture of the cat and bring it in. After that day tho, I never saw that cat agin. When asked what is art? Poe said, “Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term Art, I should call it 'the reproduction of what the Senses perceive in Nature through the veil of the soul.' The mere imitation, however accurate, of what is in Nature, entitles no man to the sacred name of 'Artist.’ This story is true. I have many witnesses to collaborate it’s authenticity, I’m not, no I’m definitely not suffering from a long bout with sanity. Yes, yes it’s true, I must be insane... these are the recordings of my Perception of nature for which I have Perceived. I dedicate this art to my cat and my High School English teacher, for she taught me how to unveil my soul!
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All photos, words, and music produced, mixed shot, recorded and played by Michael A. Jones. Copy Rights to HereX Entertainment. Except drum beats by Kong D3200.