Germany, 1968, avant-folk / chamber folk
What is the marble index? It is the ratio of dreaming to waking, of rain to snow, of day to night. It is the borderlands of all those things: evening, slush, half-consciousness. Understanding that night always falls and ice always forms over your sleeping, marble form, and because you are unmoving, the music must move. It whirls around you like a quiet tempest, full of fractured beauty, like snowflakes.