So this is more like. A classical type of music when u consider it's exactitude in execution required. That just improves. The. Import of the vintage. That is a living elemental. Instrument somehow connected to the weather and electrical. Grid of the earth. Proper The koto is to be revered as u would any antiquitous. Heirloom. Born Of. Ages older than perhaps we know thank u to japanese musical. History and it's refinement. Through the ages. I thank you. For the kindness of sharing this. I hope it shall than be magnified in the sight of God the. Eyes and ears 9f the. Impossible vastness of our universe. God is most gracious n good
Wicked wicked. Deep cerebral. Electrical creator destroyer. Goddess of the mystical koto it's like time has left it's reflective quality in the air that koto sounds. Are able to fly through air like torsion waves on the gala tic coordinate plane Darest I look into the mighty vast wellspring and repository of heaven and the abyss. I must walk ever forward with my treasures being the. One who plays upon these beautiful yet odious melodic design Replete with harmonic countering so much so. It even conjures. Odd variations of shapes in my mind more so than the western tuning Thank u madam. Maestra of koto I would gladly listen your fine overtures of eternal beauty that transcends even death. Love is the answer hatred is the cancer but u my dear are a beautiful tiny tiny dancer. And Well heeled in your. Art that's like the prey of a black cat panther. I'm in awe of this beautiful and sort of at this point mysterious I'm assuming old in it's vintage. Some centuries past
When I performed this song it was a 6 minute version her control and speed with the tempo is how a professional level player should do it and her dynamic playing added to the complexity. You don’t realize what it takes to get to this level unless you try the instrument yourself, this was a masterful performance ❤
Es una actuación simplemente hermosa el koto es místico, puedo imaginar la pelea de una sacerdotisa contra un demonio en plena noche de otoño con las hojas llendo por doquier algunas manchando se de sangre por la cruel batalla que se está llevando a cabo en el lugar y la tierra siendo removida por los fuertes saltos e impulsos de los dos con batientes hasta que solo la sacerdotisa queda vencedora aunque mal herida, con esta música de fondo, simplemente místico
