In the stillness of his own living room, the musician becomes the epicenter of a sonic universe. Seated on the floor, atop his ornate rug like an intimate altar, he does not perform, he inhabits the music. The instruments scattered around him are not mere tools: they are extensions of his memory, voices of the past, the present, and the possible
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