Reminds me of 'Keyboard Fantasies' in the way Sakamoto and Glenn-Copeland understand music as connection to the living world in their own distinct ways. Especially beautiful when it entwines the filmic and musical, as Sakamoto does in his regard of Tarkovsky. Composition and rythm in both mediums emerge to capture experience in time. Like in 'Stalker' the radiation of history remains in the landscape. One needs only to touch something to feel its reverberation, the forces holding our world in tension, rain falling on a leaf.

Wholesome shit.