It is not when the truth is dirty, but when it is shallow, that the lover of knowledge is reluctant to step into its waters.
Somehow the pentatonic melody that is the basis of this piece of music just decided to work as a canon at the unison/octave, displaced by one pulse, over the most face-meltingly chromatic chord progression I could devise with the harmony shifting on each pulse. Pentatonics naturally work well in canon, but to sound awesome over Charlie-Parker-Tears-Apart-Wagner’s-Sarcophagus-With-His-Bare-Hands chords? I don’t know how that works, but *I* didn’t do it, not on purpose anyway. I’ll take it, though...
(Now I just have to orchestrate it so that it doesn’t sound like a giant pile of mush. Easier said than done.)