Thousand Worlds - Sounds from the past - 07x1 Thousands World - Sounds from the past – 07×1 Thousand Worlds

Old music played on a record player, an ancient item straight out of a terrestrial museum. The disc was round, large in size and black in color, a technology based on the inclusion of music in a groove that ran through a needle and from there an amplifier and a speaker gave sound to all the technology.

In the center was a strange angel with strange lighting, it must be what the ancient humans called knights and that they were within their medieval history. On the other side was a cross with a circle and a title that read Black Sabbath. A song called Fairy wear boots was playing, music with recorded content and a particular lyric that the singer was reciting with a nasal voice as the music rose and fell and was catching you.

-Do you like this gadget? said Hendrix, “an old man in magnifying glasses and rags for robes, standing near the apparatus.”

-A somewhat peculiar music, don’t you think? Juno said, a man dressed very neatly and elegantly, looking at the technology with one arm behind his back and the hand of the other arm touching his chin, without stopping to think.

He circled the room looking for more gadgets that might interest him. Juno turned to a few shelves that contained an endless number of black discs that could be exchanged in the technology of the past that continued to make music. He picked one at random and could see a peculiar cover, an old Earth airship on fire and some letters that read Led Zeppelin. He kept looking through the rest of what Hendrix referred to as vinyl and found rare covers of bands that seemed to have gone down in history at some point in humanity, perhaps when the inevitable journey of their lives headed for the stars. He took out another one of those discs and could see another cover that undoubtedly caught his attention, it looked like an old painting, a painting of a forest that showed a light at the end, the light of a sunset, the symbolism of light at the end of darkness. , he inevitably stared at that cover, in which a gothic lettering at the bottom defined the name of the band, Anathema.

-Do you like works of art? Hendrix asked. Snapping Juno out of his torpor.

“No doubt that would look better on the walls of my space hotel, you know how select my clientele is,” Juno said without being able to take her eyes off the record and the music device. A music that stayed in his mind as they advanced in a ship packed with antiquities.

“I’ll show you my special quarters,” Hendrix said as he passed a room with two bodyguards keeping an eye on Juno.

-Relax guys and listen to this masterpiece. The old Hendrix, seeing that the record had finished, spoke aloud to the ship.

-Please Minerva, can you put on our favorite group Dead can dance?

-Of course Hendrix. The ship answered.

Juno was surprised by such a title but the voice of a woman who dressed an entire song with her simple voice began to sound, minimalist music that made you feel as if you were on a magical and initiation path. Something Hendrix had done on purpose.

-This music will help you contemplate the works of art that I am going to show you next.

Hendrix opened a lock that gave rise to a kind of warehouse where an endless number of paintings of all types and sizes were kept. Juno entered and astonished began to look at the walls, stopping at the paintings that astonished him the most. At first he was able to see an altarpiece where the absurd and the dark gave way to the strangest figures, a painting that deeply disturbed him and which was described on a small piece of paper next to the work as The Garden of Earthly Delights, by El forest.

After leaving the spell of that painting, he went to another canvas that deeply caught his attention, a large painting not far from this first one in which a giant ate a person at the foot of a mountain, a painting of a such a Goya whose title was Saturn devouring his son. This painting that Juno left very dismayed in such a way that he spent an important amount of time looking at it with the background music of the Dead can dance group.

Just to the east the paintings of this obscure painter followed one another in a long row. Juno continued until she stopped at one that had a very special title, something he almost didn’t understand, Witches’ Coven, with which he remained very mesmerized while he asked.

-What is a coven? Juno said, still looking at the painting.

– A coven is an ancient concept that occurred especially in the time that humans called the Middle Ages and was a meeting of witches to summon the devil himself, evil in the form of a ram.

-Interesting. -Finalized Juno without taking her eyes off him-.

He continued through the gallery when he had been absorbed in the paintings of the enigmatic painters for a long time and came to a painter whose painting deeply caught his attention, a painter who used concepts in completely different ways, and the compositions on the canvases were almost magical. . He could see how, in a desert landscape, some clocks twisted between branches and elements that were not supposed to be there, and should not even exist, and even so their beauty and attraction were indisputable.

-Did you like my paintings? Hendrix said with a smile.

-Of course Hendrix, this really interests me,

-Maybe you want to see one last piece, it is unique, rescued from the last museum standing on earth, it has been wandering for 4000 years throughout the solar system until it reached the hands of my partners, who sold it to me at a bargain price, without knowing what they had on their hands. Hendrix said with a laugh. Please come with me.

Juno followed the old Hendrix to the back of the room where an endless pile of paintings was already piled up. He removed a large altarpiece that covered an entire lock, a curious painting that showed a kind of women of the time, called Las Meninas by a certain Velazquez.

He opened the airlock and they both entered a very sterile room, a room that was not at all like the rest of the ship, full of all kinds of old things. There it was, the largest sculpture Juno had ever seen, Hendrix bowed to her and with her right arm invited him to come in to admire her work. A work that he undoubtedly left him petrified. A naked man carved from a block of marble, with a very characteristic pose. The sculpture was undoubtedly a masterpiece, it was something that made you vibrate especially with the music of this characteristic group that had not stopped and that seems to be amplified to exalt Juno’s senses. A sculpture that contained even the smallest detail, the veins in the hands, the eyes and the mouth that bordered on perfection as well as an exquisite finish that seemed to give life to the cold marble.

Finally, and after a while in which Juno could not react to such a magnitude of sculpture, Hendrix spoke from his employee.

-I present to you Michelangelo’s David. Surely your select clients will know how to appreciate a work of these characteristics.