Saturday, September 17, 2011
For ten minutes I sat and held the question - What does mystery sound like? The usual answer's arriving and being let go. As I moved to open my case I looked out the window and realize I certainly know what mystery looks like. Trees, flowers, buildings, and people. All arising from the unknown. The sound of a child crying arises in my mind; letting go of this and I think of laughter. Then I am flooded with unrelated thoughts.
After tuning I sit and again ask myself the question - long tones, Gregorian Chant arise. Suddenly I am hypersensitive to the sounds outside. Long tones arrive again, I know I want to begin with long tones, a certain anxiousness arrives and I continue to hold this question. Am I a madman arises in my thinking. I begin to play and do so for nearly 4 minutes with the tape running. Again I sit and wait, thoughts arrive and go, and I play again for 3:45. I did notice some collapse as I played and directed to release this as I could. This second take 'felt' real good to me. One more take in a similar manner and again this felt right. A part of me wanted to listen back to the tape, but I did not.
A session later with three more improvisations all of which felt like shit. Perhaps this improvising a musical answer to this question is beyond me. Doubts arising about my ability to undertake this challenge of spontaneous composition period. Yet I know I'll persist with this commitment, I know this. Discouraged, I wanted to listen to the early tapes, but decided against this for now.
Chuckling as this title for this post arrives - No Mystery. The associative leap to Chick Corea electric band's funky masterpiece is instantaneous. The thinking continues ... can I direct my thinking?