*It’s time to understand music. It is after all, worship…say the crickets.
I have an opinion. Here me in.
I will cause you to think differently.
That was the point.
It is.
What darkness beholds us? What is it about ghost notes that causes our recognition to impart.
Is it really in the off beat that we need to continue editing?
What exactly did I learn to play with? What did I actually learn to play with?
I’ll try to describe it to you.
I have 32 different triggers in front of me. Each is pressure sensitive and can be played simultaneously. 4/8 limbs playing all at the same time. I don’t think when I play anymore, I just play.
“I do my best to create my own metronome with my kick, or whatever instrument I choose. Left brain, Right brain, doesn’t matter. As long as it sounds good to me. I play multiple different variations and speeds of the beat, always returning to the centre of the pattern. All this while creating unique approaches and elevations so that I’m creating a song in real time.”
I never really hear the song in totality unless I record it. (I recorded this one just now.))
Recording and playing back the song has been a game changer in my life.
I wrote it down.
Ive always been good with pattern recognition, but it’s only this yr that I’ve learned to recognize it. To truly utilize the subtle understanding of the finer things. The colors. The songs.
The problem however has been that I never truly understood the act of listening to myself. I would just observe, and move one. Danger close.
That’s probably why I always chose hobbies that have an unlimited learning curve. Once you reach the understanding part, expression becomes the growth. Tool in the hands. Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
Psalm 23:4
I will never be good enough at it. It’s the impossible quest to conquer the understanding from the day before.
This a developing thought.
The wind changed, and the open book of my life is all over the place.
it’s time to talk about order, and structure. Patterns don’t present themselves until both have established the relationship.
The why.