Ever wonder where all of this nice music comes from? Funny to think that it has all developed, almost like a snowball, through a collective consciousness that has been passed along over time.
Perhaps this consciousness is Eckhardt's "House." His interpretation of generations worth of music that has finally reached it's destination. Some would say these different musical ideas, or songs, are akin to the branches on a metaphorical tree.
On that branch lands birds. A younger Eckhardt, who had been sitting on David Byrne's branch all those years ago perhaps. Sooner or later all birds must either leave the nest, or face death.
And alas, this metaphor must come to an end because I can't figure out how to loop bird Eckhardt back to tree Eckhardt, but it was a joyous ride while it lasted (like this song).
SIMILAR SONGS
