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<h1>Zk | On Music</h1>
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<p><span class="tag">writing</span> <span class="tag">mixed-media</span> <span class="tag">non-fiction</span></p>
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<p>A very <em>ally</em> work, without necessarily being part of <em>ally</em>, about my relationship with music and a bit about how music works.</p>
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<p>I would love to tell you that I hear music in all things.</p>
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<p>I would love to tell you, as a composer, that I hear in the thunder timpani<q class="comment">Some thunderstorm audio</q>, 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.</p>
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<p>I would love to tell you that the everyday world is filled with music.<q class="comment">Machine audio</q></p>
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<p>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.</p>
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<p>I would also love to tell you that the patterns in my dogs’ wet fur<q class="comment">background image of such</q></p>
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<p>or windswept snow<q class="comment">background image of such on orange fencing</q> 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.</p>
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<p>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.</p>
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<p>The sound of wind coming down over the Flatirons in Boulder made me feel hollowed out — and I know that doesn’t sound like an emotion, but I promise it was — like some sort of pipe in an organ, like the wind was blowing <em>through me</em>. It was not quite longing, not quite <em>saudade</em>. It was like if the unbidden thought of “is astral projection just a wish with very visual imagery?” were a mood. I would see myself, with my arms outstretched, borne away over the valley to the east of the Flatirons, looking down over the quiet and dark highway 93, past the cement factory, until I was set down amidst the wind turbine testing range, because wasn’t that where the wind wanted to go?</p>
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<p>Not music, but a feeling.</p>
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* Source vs sink in music; signal path
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* The position of the voice; focusing sound into a ball of light, like that's where the rays all come together and from there explode outward
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<p>Page generated on 2020-09-22</p>
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