this BA is like... limping exhausted towards a handshake...
I played out this evening- put my show on- (hear Sink Play on soundcloud...)
I unfortunately did not get so far with any kind of discussion as supporting work- per usual, I work to deadlines as if my work would spoil if it were not super fresh...
In retrospect this is something I will work on- the 'radio' element on the work was not as throughly exersized as i had wished, and my own shyness of the microphone... got in the way of talking about my processes and aspirations.
I am shattered! The crassness of my work will be evident to anyone who has a finely tuned ear- a musical education does not naturally give rise to the empathy this work came to be generated around? Hurumph.
I am very jealous of the production of beautiful beeps and drones and being able to say : Yes, this is me creatively, I am this mysterious, I am tuned to levels of mysterious (beyond) significance, I have this ability to produce works that are so beautiful folks make love to them, dance to them, meditate to them...
I string words together around themes. Maybe when i have 'expressed' all of these dirty rants that bubble away in me i will have room for more beauty. Or i will be able to press 'play' on what ever rant meets the moment, and walk out the door silently, foregoing expression ever again :-)
not so much why, but who?
who does the washing up? who is asking, who does the washing up? who is washing up? who is asking, who is washing up?
I played out this evening- put my show on- (hear Sink Play on soundcloud...)
I unfortunately did not get so far with any kind of discussion as supporting work- per usual, I work to deadlines as if my work would spoil if it were not super fresh...
In retrospect this is something I will work on- the 'radio' element on the work was not as throughly exersized as i had wished, and my own shyness of the microphone... got in the way of talking about my processes and aspirations.
I am shattered! The crassness of my work will be evident to anyone who has a finely tuned ear- a musical education does not naturally give rise to the empathy this work came to be generated around? Hurumph.
I am very jealous of the production of beautiful beeps and drones and being able to say : Yes, this is me creatively, I am this mysterious, I am tuned to levels of mysterious (beyond) significance, I have this ability to produce works that are so beautiful folks make love to them, dance to them, meditate to them...
I string words together around themes. Maybe when i have 'expressed' all of these dirty rants that bubble away in me i will have room for more beauty. Or i will be able to press 'play' on what ever rant meets the moment, and walk out the door silently, foregoing expression ever again :-)
not so much why, but who?
who does the washing up? who is asking, who does the washing up? who is washing up? who is asking, who is washing up?
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