Saturday, July 20, 2013
There I sat eating my lunch with a sense or sentiment of what to express. For me at this point the work will be for solo guitar, so one limit is already established. Where & how to begin? A cliched thought of boot steps echoing down a hallway arises, but a bit more ambiquity seems apropos. Do I have the musical language to express this? Ah, there it is - that subtle thought of doubt, masking the face of fear. Welcome home old friend. Breathing in I smile to this doubt and know that I will wrestle with this during my evening practice.
How else to develop the language then to speak? To probe and prod, experiment and fail; dwelling not on the moments of struggle but taking energy from the search and slowly moving forward. Deciding I needed a scale to begin from, I arrived at C Phrygian Dominant. Now the stage was set for the evening's work.
As I sat down with my guitar, that moment arose of recognizing the unknown and wading in. I'm generally comfortable within the confines of my practice space with being lost & clueless; hopefully with enough openness and attention to hear when music has whispered. Embracing the uncertainty of my knowledge and the mild stress of my challenge; I trust that time with the process will bring order from the chaos of choices. At the very least I will learn & possibly produce a something of merit. Exploring the relationships within the scale, allowing triads to form & dissolve, I listen as melodies arise & slip away.
One melody stands out and I have found my base to explore from. Where does this melody wish to go next? Gentle efforts find the next phrase, yet I feel this piece needs energy and darkness. Still gentleness governs the evening's efforts. So be it. In a world full of suffering, and while contemplating this suffering a gentle practice is at the very least useful.
Photo by Barry Stock