“I am guilty of fabricating a world in which I can live and invite others to live in, but outside of that I cannot breathe.” Anais Nin

 

Don’t be shocked if I confess to being a hermit of sorts. I leave my home only when I need to and usually it involves work. Despite this, my world is populated by wondrous people and Music of every kind.  I try, as best I can, to capture one honest moment – whether it is based in fact or fiction. Whether I am viewing the world through my own rose tinted eyes, as Queens of the Stone Age once sang, or while inhabiting the skin of another.

I will gladly confess to the following:  I live and dream in music.  This is especially true where people are concerned. Some people are gentle; their melody – easy on the ears, mind, perhaps even the heart. Some ooze bepop; urging you to relax, remove your coat and have a glass of whiskey. Others are filled with staccato like edges, fury and thunder in their fingertips.  Every so often some whisper, adagio, adagio, and like an invisible moon, you are drawn in, note by note.

It intrigues me – the source of their music – that bubbles and froths to the surface under the right or wrong conditions.  Why the fermata or rallentando? Why does the melody require it be played ‘tempo giusto’ – in strict measure, always returning to one particular point?

I will turn to Anaïs Nin once again for guidance.  “We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.”

I am trying to decipher those layers, those constellations – on and off stage. Hoping to gain a greater understanding of myself through those I listen to, allow into my life and those who, ultimately find expression in my music.  I will leave you with the sage words of Henry Miller,

If we are always arriving and departing, it is also true that we are eternally anchored. One’s destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things.”

 If you meet someone new or rediscover an old friend, listen. Listen to their music and allow yourself to be seen, heard and understood. In short, allow yourself to be moved.

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