R. Carlos Nakai is an Native American Flutist I just so happen to randomly own a cassette of. The 1985 cassette, Cycles, probably ended up in my collection when I used to go to thrive stores to for music when I was driving a car that actually had a cassette player. That was in the early 2010s. I don't actually ever remember listening to the album but I've recently acquired a cassette player and it was part of my morning 10+ years later. I remember in my cub scout days I wanted to learn how to play a pan flute because I thought that was the sound of native music. It was actually the deep soulful sound of the Native American cedar flute I think I was actually looking for.
Every time I hear music that finds it's way into my bones I yearn to learn how to play that instrument to become one with the sound. As if the music is so good it's worth the time and effort to replicate it. Sadly, my bones seem to only feel music and (even through sweat, pain and tears) not with the enjoyable to playing it. If I was younger and still foolish I might go out and buy a wooden flute but I've learn better in my middle age. Still, I'm fortunate enough to own a physical copy of the music and I live in a time I can peacefully listen to it on demand.
I don't know where the cassette came from or how long I've been lugging it around, yet today I spoke to me. I wonder why.
