I was truly alone feeling worthy of the delightful moment that embraced me and flowered on – shaking with raw energy, carrying with it seams of exuberance and excitement. It was like watching the sky prepare itself for rain, the coming of the morning sun, or the moon edging its way over the mountains in a slow lingering manner, all of it happening at the same time – an entirely wondrous slow-moving adventure. Entirely fascinating!
I believe that Small Things is far more treasured for its rarity than for its sharp breakbeats. The tune is so ethereal that you won’t notice when it’s over, nor will you remember that it’s been played. Small Things is a moment in time that lasts for as long as it lasts.