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@ -14,17 +14,13 @@ Okay, actually, the two options are as follows:
I would love to tell you that I hear music in all things.
I would love to tell you, as a composer, that I hear in the thunder timpani!{Some thunderstorm audio}, in the wind soft flutes, or in the rain a gentle snapping of fingers or rustling of paper; that there is some divine rhythm beneath all things that those gifted by God with talent or who have studied for years are able to hear.
I would love to tell you, as a composer, that I hear in the thunder timpani, in the wind soft flutes, or in the rain a gentle snapping of fingers or rustling of paper; that there is some divine rhythm beneath all things that those gifted by God with talent or who have studied for years are able to hear.
I would love to tell you that the everyday world is filled with music.!{Machine audio}
I would love to tell you that the everyday world is filled with music. I would love to tell you that to hear a car start bears some greater meaning or that the slow ramp up of a flywheel moves me. It doesn't though. Its noise, and even when it's ordered, I don't feel any sort of savant connection to some deeper source.
I would love to tell you that to hear a car start bears some greater meaning or that the slow ramp up of a flywheel moves me.
I would also love to tell you that the patterns in my dogs' wet fur or windswept snow that has melted and refrozen is the written form of that same language of angels that shows up in the everyday sounds of the world, but these things aren't music, they aren't deeper patterns. They're just moods.
I would also love to tell you that the patterns in my dogs' wet fur!{background image of such}
or windswept snow!{background image of such on orange fencing} that has melted and refrozen is the written form of that same language of angels that shows up in the everyday sounds of the world.
There is a difference between music and a mood, though. Perhaps some composers hear the music in the everyday world, but I was never one of them. Moods, sure. Moods out the wazoo. I gain endless satisfaction on the perfect click of a switch, or a little thrill of excitement on hearing the three-phase converter's flywheel spinning up.
There is a difference between music and a mood. Perhaps some composers hear the music in the everyday world, but I was never one of them. Moods, sure. Moods out the wazoo. I gain endless satisfaction on the perfect click of a switch, or a little thrill of excitement on hearing the three-phase converter's flywheel spinning up.
Maybe John Corigliano felt that, 'cause like, that bit in *Circus Maximus* when all the brass and winds come down on this long glissando is supposed to be a siren or something, but all I can hear is the mood that goes along with my husband getting so fucking frustrated at his machines that he turns the converter off and stomps up the stairs and I'm supposed to comfort him but I don't know how.
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You know.
Not music, but a feeling.
Not music, but a feeling. Music always has feeling, but not always the other way around.
I don't hear music in the everyday world, but every single bit of music contains within it a mood and
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