Comments for Ben's Imaginary Band http://bensimaginaryband.com Home Mon, 12 Mar 2012 18:59:08 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 Comment on About by heaven http://bensimaginaryband.com/about-3/#comment-3096 heaven Mon, 12 Mar 2012 18:59:08 +0000 http://bensimaginaryband.com/?page_id=944#comment-3096 i really like all of your music like truly it makes me so happy listening to every one of them i hope to see more from you i really like all of your music like truly it makes me so happy listening to every one of them
i hope to see more from you

]]> Comment on About by red_rocks http://bensimaginaryband.com/about-3/#comment-2282 red_rocks Thu, 29 Dec 2011 00:15:49 +0000 http://bensimaginaryband.com/?page_id=944#comment-2282 I think the first song I heard by you was Forget It, and I took me away, the guitar playing, your voice, It was a great song. So now I have bought all your music and am really hoping to see more in the future. I think the first song I heard by you was Forget It, and I took me away, the guitar playing, your voice, It was a great song. So now I have bought all your music and am really hoping to see more in the future.

]]> Comment on About by kahte http://bensimaginaryband.com/about-3/#comment-235 kahte Tue, 30 Aug 2011 20:07:29 +0000 http://bensimaginaryband.com/?page_id=944#comment-235 I sincerely enjoy your music. When I play your c.d., memories of emotions that plagued me the numerous times I listened to it before, are remembered in a much more sweet light. Certain lyrics would be interpreted and recited, (often in the shower, or walking on my way to work) as my own words, which really may be main point of music, to identify with the artist and your own thoughts. And in my personal opinion, music is most impressionable and communicative form of artwork. I am afraid I have the advantage of hearing a bit of you through my speakers, and yet you may never know my voice, or trivial matter's such as my favorite time of the day (Right when you wake up and before you remember who you are or what you must do), and which finger I point with , what pictures I buy (charcoals of trees, birds and churches) or how I sleep (curled without a pillow and no covers by morning). Musicians are very trusting to allow listeners to mutilate the meaning in your words, fitting in their minds cabinets, or unraveling your melodies to make dollies. Not that your words laced into dollies would be a the most terrifying fate, for the words I mean. The absolutely worst fate for a word is not even nonexistence, its being misquoted or changing drastically. This unfortunately is the impending doom that awaits most words like cabbage and trousers. I wonder if the absolutely worst fate for us in nonexistence, the fear for it must not transfer to the animal kingdom, for they don't even have a name to pray to and yet seem to get along swimmingly. Einstein once stroked his mustache and muttered that fear of non-existence comes from our belief in the afterlife, which may very well be true, for we have a habit for assuming all that is good must be spiritual, or all that is spiritual must be good, and using religion as guide lines and rules as a way of living rather than inspiration of humanity and it is now that I must confess my own ignorance of how this note was supposed to start or end oh I sincerely enjoy your music. I sincerely enjoy your music.
When I play your c.d., memories of emotions that plagued me the numerous times I listened to it before, are remembered in a much more sweet light. Certain lyrics would be interpreted and recited, (often in the shower, or walking on my way to work) as my own words, which really may be main point of music, to identify with the artist and your own thoughts. And in my personal opinion, music is most impressionable and communicative form of artwork.

I am afraid I have the advantage of hearing a bit of you through my speakers, and yet you may never know my voice, or trivial matter’s such as my favorite time of the day (Right when you wake up and before you remember who you are or what you must do), and which finger I point with , what pictures I buy (charcoals of trees, birds and churches) or how I sleep (curled without a pillow and no covers by morning).

Musicians are very trusting to allow listeners to mutilate the meaning in your words, fitting in their minds cabinets, or unraveling your melodies to make dollies. Not that your words laced into dollies would be a the most terrifying fate, for the words I mean. The absolutely worst fate for a word is not even nonexistence, its being misquoted or changing drastically.

This unfortunately is the impending doom that awaits most words like cabbage and trousers.
I wonder if the absolutely worst fate for us in nonexistence, the fear for it must not transfer to the animal kingdom, for they don’t even have a name to pray to and yet seem to get along swimmingly. Einstein once stroked his mustache and muttered that fear of non-existence comes from our belief in the afterlife, which may very well be true, for we have a habit for assuming all that is good must be spiritual, or all that is spiritual must be good, and using religion as guide lines and rules as a way of living rather than inspiration of humanity and it is now that I must

confess my own ignorance of how this note was supposed to start or end

oh
I sincerely enjoy your music.

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