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The stressed decay within the delay of its discrete soundings of guitar and harpsichord, each rippling in a reflective pool, their waverings intimating a fragility, fading to the gentle fringe of the threadbare hiss of silence recorded. Its pulse considered one of subsistence, in the low om of organ, within the fleeting beatings of winds, within the barely-there bum of some drum. And a type of melancholy in its lethargy, in its taciturn actions belying the breadth of its orchestra, in its slowed time save for some melodic thrives, a flare of glassy resonance, a cathartic distorted strings. The tragedy of one thing this beautiful is that what ought to have been one more killer album in Cesar’s vast discography, winding up the Lindsheaven Virtual Plaza with another notable entry beneath its belt, ends up being the last and most notable posthumous release from him. But the legacy lives on through the music, and the evening will endlessly have his works ringing out through it in some capacity. So it’s that as night time transitions into dawn from Rio City Blues into the closer and the dream fades into reality within the morning, we awaken and go about our day, …