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Kerry Vance is a legend, a leather lunged, Grammy nominated, heavy metal madman. When he dies under mysterious circumstances at the beginning of his latest tour, his fans are crushed. To the outside world it looks like just another rock-n-roll tragedy, another talented musician done in by excess. But there is much more at play than his family and friends realize.
As his friends try to come to terms with their loss a mysterious woman from Kerry's past comes to them and tells them that Kerry's death was no accident. And, if things are to be set right, they'll have to be willing to put everything on the line.
"Kerry was a mystic of the highest order," Clyde said.
Avery was so tired he thought Clyde was have a joke at their expense. "Kerry Vance, a mystic? OK, you've got my attention, Clyde. Tell me that story.
Clyde furrowed his brow. Avery saw the savage intelligence at play in his eyes. The old man had something heavy to convey. When he spoke he had their full attention.
"The medium upon which the whole of creation is based, Mr. Clark, is a harmony, a tonal, musical harmony. It is created from the resonance of the underlying cosmic currents which define the void. It is the matrix of a static universe."
"This resonance, this pulsation, scrambles the matrix to create matter and energy. The essential tone, the frequency which contains the lot of us, is based on a three beat pulse in the key of C-430. It is the mother of both rhythm and tone.
Avery shot Calliope a quick glance of disbelief. Calliope grinned, shooting him a wink.
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Kerry understood this on a genetic level," Clyde said. "All the great musicians do. They are born to the task. Unfortunately, from everything observed, and Kerry notwithstanding, it's a rough life. Creating and performing are the only things that matter. To souls that sensitive and intelligent, everything else is a disappointment. Nothing else rings true."
"That's why Kerry never really stopped to enjoy his success. It wasn't what he was after. It was the freedom of the stage that he needed, it was the music. That was where he escaped into the peace of the Universal tone. Kerry's best grooves are based on it. It's what set him apart from the beginning, his whacked-out cosmic groove. Nobody had ever heard anything like it."
Clyde smiled but his eyes were awash in tears. He patted the side of the coffin. "Kerry made a good life for himself, not because of the money, but because of the good he did for others, the man he became. That's why we're all here, isn't it?"
