I sometimes mention my Mazda3 Time Machine, which is powered by an aftermarket Flux Capacitor V8 that I picked up on the cheap, in posts. While it boasts a wild ride worthy of Mr. Toad, it only enables jumps across the spacetime continuum—one minute you’re here, the next you’re driving the backstreets of Hill Valley looking for a billboard to hide your car behind. It doesn’t slow or stop life’s clock, in other words.
Music, on the other hand, often makes it seem as if time is frozen. Doesn’t matter if it’s live or recorded, electric or acoustic, analog or digital—at its best, the melodies, rhythms and rhymes work in concert to seemingly block the clock’s hands from advancing. Some days the sonic illusion may be a charged odyssey that carries us away in its sonic waves; other days, it may be an acoustic marvel that wraps around us as if a life jacket.
The Old Grey Cat 