What I was talking about actually took place in the fifties in New York among the so-called beat generation. Beatniks. They congregated in small groups in cafe's and bars around the village area and extemporized their feelings. Mostly having to do with artistic isolation, revolting against the after-the-war new found wealth and industry in the US. Usually, a flute, a guitar, clicking of the fingers and thumbs, etc. were the background for poets of the likes of Allen Ginsberg and Jack Kerouac. Your music has that similar sound of improvisation and background, but without the essence of anything else. To me, music, by itself, must have a rythmic pulse. A continuous beat around which sound flows. Otherwise, to me, it's just sound. Nice sounds, wierd sounds, noise, screaming, etc. It just doesn't reach me.