It's a nice way of putting it. "One inch thoughts." Especially, in comparison to the mile long dialogue, or the eternal dream.

I remember in 1984, I had my first apartment. It was huge, as I recall it's floor plan, an artistic haven.

I'd sit at my kitchen table and paint, listening to Bowie, as at that time in my art life he was my model. He'd sit perfectly still in a photograph, yet blar away on my phonograph. I didn't really try to understand his music, I just liked it. I didn't really think much about what he was singing, I just liked the sounds he made. This particular evening though, I was listening to "Heroes". "Joe the Lion" was filling up the room and all of a sudden it was like I got it. I felt this wave of understanding come over me.

Something like...

"Joe the Lion, went to the bar?"

'Yes! Bar!', I thought. 'The church, confession.'

"Nail me to the car and I'll tell you who you are."

'Like Jesus!' Jesus like any 'ol guy at a bar, perfect that now, we'd "Nail him to a car."

I felt ecstatic. Like I'd discovered some secret. In retrospect, of course, it seems simple and silly even in writing of it, but it was a catharsis in my corner of the world. A switch in my way of thinking, all tucked away in this 3 minute song.

The song itself "Heroes", for example, conjures up many feelings of things I can only dream. Life during wartime. Running for one's life so desperate and passionate about the will to go on in the face of horrid, destruction or misfortune. Or to actually love in such a time. To really love, amongst such blatant evil and hatred.

A memes lives within the "Heroes" album. One that will live as long as we do and beyond. A past struggle or a current obstacle of the interludes of darkness and defeat that enable yet ignite us to overcome or to become.

In all of the songs there lies a field of interpretation. A genuine sign of vibrant modernism.

The lullaby of "Moss Garden", is perhaps a piece I would chose as the last song to ever hear.

Whereas, "The Secret Life of Arabia", bewilders me to the rabid corners of a confrontation with a sphinx.

If there is any CD to keep in your collection, remember this one may involve a space more than one inch and may push you past "one inch thoughts" into evenings of eternal dreaming.