tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88237292269886684992024-03-13T07:51:19.412-07:00A Journeyman's Way HomeReflections of a GuitaristPatrick Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11932466748852157863noreply@blogger.comBlogger875125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823729226988668499.post-46016152603722949932021-11-28T18:27:00.003-08:002021-11-28T18:27:32.379-08:00Unfolding<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrz_K1EbxbGYEAAG927RUGi9_oE7Oow89Jqd-o-b0NwVXrykAH8I8cbKtuTCL-LuGjllHTpITzJmKdH2vgbNaKedsOrnlxa1vyz89ILSg_j5nKsLy8fi3Kr9j6N9KNjawimirZ-_AR4-0/s799/20200563543_28610c2e8f_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="522" data-original-width="799" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrz_K1EbxbGYEAAG927RUGi9_oE7Oow89Jqd-o-b0NwVXrykAH8I8cbKtuTCL-LuGjllHTpITzJmKdH2vgbNaKedsOrnlxa1vyz89ILSg_j5nKsLy8fi3Kr9j6N9KNjawimirZ-_AR4-0/s320/20200563543_28610c2e8f_c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p style="caret-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15.008000373840332px;">Yesterday I improvised as I began my practice. An idea appeared. I chased where this melody led me for 90 minutes. My practice ended as we went to visit family for the rest of the day.</p><p style="caret-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15.008000373840332px;">Today part of the answer to my question of Friday manifested. This was wonderful. For much of the year my focus has been on developing and learning new works. And then ever few days I play older works I know. Today the idea to alternate the old with the new arose in my mind and I experimented with this.</p><p style="caret-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15.008000373840332px;">I practiced parts and then the whole of About to Be for about 12 minutes. Then I played through an older piece Gathered Hearts. Immediately I noticed how as I played GH ease and joy arose in my playing. I continued like this for the next 3 hours. Breaks for coffee or Qi Gong included.</p><p style="caret-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15.008000373840332px;">In the latter phase of this practice focus was still there. I played <em>What Is This?</em> a technically difficult piece as good as I’ve ever played it.By alternating between the unknown and the known my body, mind and spirit were nurtured and better able to stay with my practice. Amen!</p><p style="caret-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15.008000373840332px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/kylemcdonald/" target="_blank">Photo by Kyle McDonald</a></p>Patrick Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11932466748852157863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823729226988668499.post-5841685352874885442021-11-26T17:49:00.004-08:002021-11-26T17:51:33.493-08:00Question<p><span> <span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); font-size: 15.008000373840332px;">Question I am currently holding.</span></span></p><p style="caret-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15.008000373840332px;"><em><span>How could I make the recording of Fences, Frames and Alleys easy?</span></em></p>Patrick Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11932466748852157863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823729226988668499.post-2144292889833939712021-11-24T18:19:00.004-08:002021-11-26T17:52:34.701-08:00What’s Next & How to Get There<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVUBC9PbGEd0-0EqEJeEAwnefrmdQCxi73CiC1aWh0QkJ2aDIYdubg25XvIBrAX8T_tYvU5VTo2brqGSoie8DXbwxQvCIJrNlsp1I7_Oe1bLyvL1792Us4fy0-uoISWoXePrlWd65XMpI/s800/9734841781_b4d834210a_c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVUBC9PbGEd0-0EqEJeEAwnefrmdQCxi73CiC1aWh0QkJ2aDIYdubg25XvIBrAX8T_tYvU5VTo2brqGSoie8DXbwxQvCIJrNlsp1I7_Oe1bLyvL1792Us4fy0-uoISWoXePrlWd65XMpI/s320/9734841781_b4d834210a_c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p style="caret-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15.008000373840332px;"><span>Finally found a printed copy of a poem I wrote a few years ago - Boys in Blue Ties. A while back I was mind mapping my next release and had put this down as a possibility. But I could not find it on my laptop. I wondered and doubted that I had only written it by hand somewhere, because I knew I had recited it in a workshop and an open mic. Come to find out it is on my old lap top and for some reason did not transfer. Now I have to determine what else might be in limbo.</span></p><p style="caret-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15.008000373840332px;"><span>But I was excited upon finding it last night. I recited it for my wife this morning and then recorded myself to hear the cadence and rhythm of my recitation. After listening I dropped a few words and made some changes and taped it again. I then played a bit with what might be possible to play while reciting this. Nothing solid yet. May need to be someone else, another instrument or just my voice.</span></p><p style="caret-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15.008000373840332px;"><span>Does it fit with my solo guitar work. Time will tell. Stay tuned.</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/kojotisko/" target="_blank">Photo by Jaroslav A. Polak</a></div><div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Patrick Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11932466748852157863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823729226988668499.post-25506600152066143262021-11-23T17:48:00.000-08:002021-11-23T17:48:02.096-08:00Mock Recording<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgajY6oo4anf5erHvaSL1mGqn84x05nu4uyZabtZXs9rxJ37kDtgshiYDhm_bnwkspXfos1WYBROMENV7165UMiTqKpUqOjrtbnr-KeYLkJHf-g2c3cZGEsWJeOf7T989NPXW7-1_sP3wA/s800/132214630_639cad36cf_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="800" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgajY6oo4anf5erHvaSL1mGqn84x05nu4uyZabtZXs9rxJ37kDtgshiYDhm_bnwkspXfos1WYBROMENV7165UMiTqKpUqOjrtbnr-KeYLkJHf-g2c3cZGEsWJeOf7T989NPXW7-1_sP3wA/s320/132214630_639cad36cf_c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />As I contemplated how to practice today I decided it was time to change my direction just a bit. I aim to record these pieces I've been working on and that process has it's own challenges above and beyond just playing a piece. Something about those microphones that hear EVERYTHING pointed out my guitar. At me. I chose Searching, Down the Hilll and What Is This? to work with.<p></p><p>With the mics armed and the recorder on I wanted to record three full takes of each piece. There are challenges that arise such as feeling good about how a particular recording was happening and the resultant loss of focus due to the mental chatter I did not notice and curtail in time. Then there are the false starts that I abandon quickly, but need to recenter and keep my bearings. And that darn mic is looking right at me. Each challenge took less than 20 minutes and reintroduced me to the "pressure" I experience with recording. </p><p>As the pressure builds it also exposed how much work I still need to put into What Is This? </p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/pingnews/132214630/in/photolist-cFCNA-6hSMmE-67RMsL-SrywQN-pnDotc-2jFGQaC-jHut25-24qqhSi-pbub22-4JPGcz-4K5fzf-zAd5wA-2hCwgux-BqM5jB-4KdSH2-jsFbL7-cssDqU-pnyPK7-7XjbVQ-5bRsTj-6uw9S8-67MAJ4-2k6XbyH-2j9zoGE-6bUFDL-jMGeSQ-67S2U7-942SR7-J5VX63-dpuDiY-ujsdwq-89wxNn-5bMc6t-NdaEJD-DgkeYz-7gTZdM-bpzJBz-DAYrG8-5LBSoP-8R2SU2-5LssBg-f7KMZu-5SZx3V-5LBSsT-9Wpumo-5T4ULE-5LssAa-7VUJ54-jcwG4y-p676uj" target="_blank">Photo by Pingnews</a></p></blockquote>Patrick Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11932466748852157863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823729226988668499.post-90926875579711604572021-11-22T18:21:00.002-08:002021-11-22T18:22:03.146-08:00Mental Practicing<p><span> <span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); font-size: 15.008000373840332px;">How many notes do I play in a day? How many imagined? Listened to via scoring program or recorded music? Practice right after breakfast for 75 minutes. This is generally my best time. Had a couple meetings this morning and then errands to run as the food stores in the US get crowded by the upcoming Thanksgiving Holiday.</span></span></p><p style="caret-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15.008000373840332px;"><span>90 more minutes of practice after dinner. I decided to nap in the afternoon and took the score for What Is This? with me. Complicated piece that I’ve been working on a long time. After studying this score yesterday I decided to just work on the right hand plucking as there was confusion there. Valuable insight. Before I studied it today I reopened Donald Greene’s book Performance Success. Regarding mental practice I noticed part of the process I have been overlooking. He says “The process cue for mental practicing is to imagine yourself playing the piece correctly all the way through.”</span></p><p style="caret-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15.008000373840332px;"><span>I did this then and also later as I studied the score for Looking Both Ways before practicing. I also used Mental Practicing with the score for Anchor Fence is Gone.</span></p>Patrick Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11932466748852157863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823729226988668499.post-3100209644520085062021-11-21T17:55:00.000-08:002021-11-21T17:55:08.675-08:00Freedom<p> <span style="caret-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15.008000373840332px;">As we completed our Qi Gong practice this morning I chose</span><span style="caret-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15.008000373840332px;"> </span><span style="caret-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15.008000373840332px;">Freedom</span><span style="caret-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15.008000373840332px;"> </span><span style="caret-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15.008000373840332px;">as the word for today. We choose a positive attribute that we want to develop in ourselves. As we moved to our sitting meditation I choose a reading on Volition as one of the Four Nutriments instead of continuing with our reading of Understanding Our Mind by Thich Nhat Hahn. We’ll return to that book tomorrow, but today I needed this other reading.</span></p><p style="caret-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15.008000373840332px;">As I was practicing guitar I reminded myself I was cultivating freedom. Where in my body could I allow freedom and ease to spread? I also caught myself going into self-judgement mode as I had begun playing through What Is This? without pausing and nourishing my performance cue. Instead I pulled out my emergency cue “Float” to slow down the thought process and let me keep the energy directed towards executing the piece. It worked.</p><p style="caret-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15.008000373840332px;">Two other times I found myself wandering towards judgements of people I was in a zoom meeting with. Rather than feed my story of them, I nurtured understanding of their suffering. This is huge. More is needed.</p><p style="caret-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15.008000373840332px;">Once I publish this I will get out a couple scores to study before bedtime per my commitment. </p>Patrick Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11932466748852157863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823729226988668499.post-49724659892676480202021-11-19T18:35:00.000-08:002021-11-19T18:35:02.720-08:00Matka Boska<p>My Mother was born on this day 102 years ago. Sounds like a long time doesn't it. What is time? What is birth? Death? Catherine Teresa or Kashka as the Poles would call her is still alive in my heart and mind. Always will be. I think of her every day when I play. Look at her black and white photograph as a young woman to inspire me. After all she gave me the breath of life.</p><p>And my first real guitar - a Fender Jaguar. But she only did this after I practiced for months on a rented acoustic. She was generous, but not foolish with her hard earned money from working in a can factory. Many years ago I was improvising one evening when a piece began to arise. The notes just flowed out of me and I knew it was about Mom. The easiest piece I have ever titled - Matka Boska. Polish for Blessed Mother. </p><p>Tonight I lit a candle and with my wife listening I played Matka Boska. You may listen here: https://patricksmithguitar.bandcamp.com/track/matka-boska</p>Patrick Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11932466748852157863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823729226988668499.post-4990251575947410222021-11-01T17:43:00.006-07:002021-11-01T17:43:31.993-07:00Arriving<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6CRh3Di3CrOlDSulAXvVa3swPheZNI6Cn_6qFCuy1qwA5aV7QUt7dWdplPwNEvhvOCohzs_MfS0C448HAQ0Gno-Tlvg7LpFGbpJcubdmDDYhVDCfVDP6YAzfhXXgaFJkYCuJd6eGMTxg/s800/51648764699_e15c611a35_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="800" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6CRh3Di3CrOlDSulAXvVa3swPheZNI6Cn_6qFCuy1qwA5aV7QUt7dWdplPwNEvhvOCohzs_MfS0C448HAQ0Gno-Tlvg7LpFGbpJcubdmDDYhVDCfVDP6YAzfhXXgaFJkYCuJd6eGMTxg/s320/51648764699_e15c611a35_c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>I beamed with joy this morning as I played through A Journeyman's Way Home. The first piece of music that ever came through me. Playing this piece allows me to touch innocence and today as I recalled the setting where music whispered to me in the Mansion of Claymont Court. I was in a "dorm" with too many other young males, intimidated to no end as I practiced in a walk in closet. I needed to perform a piece at lunch and I did.</p><p>I'll always love this piece and playing Journeyman today gave me perspective on how far I've come. I followed with The Call and then began working with one of the new pieces Down The Hill. This was one of the pieces I played for others on Friday and is now settling into my hands, except for the recurring hiccups in bars 29 to 32. I addressed this difficulty and smoothness in the transition is arriving. Today was the first time I played the piece through from memory.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/i-saint/" target="_blank">Photo by Seiya Ishibashi</a></p>Patrick Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11932466748852157863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823729226988668499.post-17940338904437223982021-10-22T18:00:00.004-07:002021-10-22T18:00:31.320-07:00Outputs Versus Outcome<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq36G88awbSs_rx-tXSUE8cb64v9mXDJde7D2ijOBqUJGgwAgOSXtqYSIlc6-alc0dXb2GMP0abw4uZ8VwNXOHmbYEWxTphKSfYBkDgddWbyOGY8_t1rI9aTcMv5l8YG_CY9QfaBMy9cM/s640/2921395342_6497f075fe_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq36G88awbSs_rx-tXSUE8cb64v9mXDJde7D2ijOBqUJGgwAgOSXtqYSIlc6-alc0dXb2GMP0abw4uZ8VwNXOHmbYEWxTphKSfYBkDgddWbyOGY8_t1rI9aTcMv5l8YG_CY9QfaBMy9cM/s320/2921395342_6497f075fe_z.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15.008000373840332px;">In a meeting with a group of alumni from a workshop I took, a statement was made concerning “output vs outcomes.” This phrase instantly encapsulated what I’ve been struggling with this week. I want to release Fences, Frames and Alleys. That is an output. But what is the outcome I want?</span><p></p><p style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15.008000373840332px;">Music that touches peoples hearts. I can not rush this process. And this is not an act of hiding. I just have not yet mastered the material to the point where I am free while playing which allows something else to enter the music. I need to play with an audience for this music to truly come alive.</p><p style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15.008000373840332px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/ok6/2921395342/in/photolist-5s9V4d-2jcYdaD-5CJmHm-9jvs7E-5c2t46-6XfwpH-7W19RV-v4WKDE-2iWxofX-2114Yau-jPuBT-vSdKrj-qbTVGX-2j5XMnh-2jscdb4-eba1jq-2CW2Ad-8dgWGs-2jro4qD-2iiFcAd-VUnJmS-ntqpw9-nPG4Un-2jPtdNz-9dkB9j-4f87LD-NY3kEk-4LSZgv-27yBbjN-C3UKqx-dY3viG-2hYuLhv-SCB2rV-2kDqKPP-pVkKAJ-7yA6xg-2hcSoWW-p1GRTB-25TWaXC-p1GRQv-YzPc3T-2f7r7bN-NhSDHb-83haur-2jDqVJn-kKY3sB-bEEKk5-eCRYtp-2jwBTou-2gNZvn5" target="_blank">Photo by F</a></p>Patrick Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11932466748852157863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823729226988668499.post-42746651667396437442021-10-17T09:57:00.001-07:002021-10-17T09:57:18.403-07:00Taking Flight<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsf3lTbLzffw53DCAm_BFdgsNo-InTIcnI5JjIxDiTxJoYpdk2F76-oxBHqPdnDw-mXdvVTAUdtnQ0pazU4ek8kb3abewB0YDRecoabsvWv80FFjSpv9cmQRojvzzkpgCt6YmDUJ3DSPg/s800/50389004127_ce09803e17_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="587" data-original-width="800" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsf3lTbLzffw53DCAm_BFdgsNo-InTIcnI5JjIxDiTxJoYpdk2F76-oxBHqPdnDw-mXdvVTAUdtnQ0pazU4ek8kb3abewB0YDRecoabsvWv80FFjSpv9cmQRojvzzkpgCt6YmDUJ3DSPg/s320/50389004127_ce09803e17_c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />We had a wonderful walk along Sligo Creek and then a great meal with my sister-in-law and nephew today. Been too long since we have had so much time together. I thought I'd play the piece that arrived on the anniversary of my Father's passing in February. As the conversation steered and remained on him for some time I knew I had too.<p></p><p>I simply stood up and got my guitar to play Taking Flight. Emotion swelled as I checked my tuning. After two false starts, I calmed, had a solid beginning and played the piece on the edge. Passion was present but not overwhelming. They were deeply touched as was I. This is why I practice - to touch peoples hearts and to open my own. I'll never understand where these pieces come from, but I'll keep working to master them.</p>Patrick Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11932466748852157863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823729226988668499.post-47843694918236597052021-10-13T18:19:00.002-07:002021-10-13T18:19:18.678-07:00Change One Thing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqVMZSSiI9iehCbisp3I8OC0q9AXaHeTeVU3ti0S1hwkbmoYubXUv0fNUkUcHi2pWb6ks74UZ2zETjdGRJFcItCkcLXjcN3wH7JHsRwkuEakXX74uVn9-AJkov6XUjR-oHvOlfv4Q0jsA/s800/20272542219_7c8bb33327_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="601" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqVMZSSiI9iehCbisp3I8OC0q9AXaHeTeVU3ti0S1hwkbmoYubXUv0fNUkUcHi2pWb6ks74UZ2zETjdGRJFcItCkcLXjcN3wH7JHsRwkuEakXX74uVn9-AJkov6XUjR-oHvOlfv4Q0jsA/s320/20272542219_7c8bb33327_c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>A vital part of guitar technique for the left hand is to release the fingers when the note is complete. The tendency is to pull them off. Subtle different approach that becomes more challenging when one is releasing 3 or 4 note chords and have the same or similar configuration a couple frets away. Easier to slide the fingers, but then string noise is introduced. When playing acoustic guitars this is very noticeable.</p><p>As I was working with releasing chords in a particular passage, I found myself just thinking release, release. Suddenly my right shoulder dropped. Unnecessary unnoticed tension was released. Once again verifying the Guitar Craft Aphorism - Change one small part and the whole is changed. Grateful that my thinking about my left hand had a systemic affect on my body. What else might have been released that I did not notice? What else needs to be released?</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/friendlydragon/" target="_blank">Photo by Graeme Drawes</a></p><div><br /></div>Patrick Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11932466748852157863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823729226988668499.post-57125577012733911472021-10-06T18:07:00.002-07:002021-10-06T18:07:11.552-07:00Releasing<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9gCu8D7D-C-WRKXv-DRvYMNPTBCL-ca3Zc9MjI1gH6QyZgC80r4eMl2y957hKxBiVHT8ocD9-AzNm-Kj9UCAwHnReARpEi0OpcLG2l35a2AfYmrzeoUJsv99q7i3pby8jJZH-bl2_ylA/s600/30909126_c151159300_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="290" data-original-width="600" height="155" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9gCu8D7D-C-WRKXv-DRvYMNPTBCL-ca3Zc9MjI1gH6QyZgC80r4eMl2y957hKxBiVHT8ocD9-AzNm-Kj9UCAwHnReARpEi0OpcLG2l35a2AfYmrzeoUJsv99q7i3pby8jJZH-bl2_ylA/s320/30909126_c151159300_z.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">What do I need to let go of to get to the next level?</p><p style="text-align: center;">What do you need to let go of?</p><p style="text-align: center;">How might we assist one another?</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/baejaar/30909126/in/photolist-3JqcY-LwaMT-bt2Jqd-aRUYgg-2S83P-R2Q3k-8fDy6v-CCEaL-aagx6H-22A9KJ6-miYJZh-aaggfH-5QbbP-76koYa-2m8WzRH-2m8P4kp-nrtV2K-2g4VWax-4XSHw6-2m8WBLz-nrcJPE-2d1395C-npruL7-bnKXry-3iEwVq-yMXqAv-8wLk9B-26Efryr-6ST697-iPo4ZB-fkY5AK-9KWeH5-diy71A-4HfwEM-2j5A3oP-6ZzsBn-4i7MfD-HMQMA-4JzyXM-jh2Bwp-eMQhz4-23B1jk-2jQA59e-2den5oz-6eGFtp-ZKdj1f-ousEKj-22caxb5-e7AzsU-aCEGeg">Photo by Dheepek Ra</a></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Patrick Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11932466748852157863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823729226988668499.post-46245285706589604922021-10-05T18:45:00.003-07:002021-10-05T18:48:43.993-07:00Expanding<p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFhTtXhjqUJMG8sIMMpULeDALoRS18hu4canH8oPX1XDy99Z3ZjpsoHsCjmf6o6SGzB3EReLEPtdC3gTtqMlXb8TpHrGtx9dOLt6PY93Lasv-pnbAsBhpWm37_o5Fv5r9rD0uP9iUEvbE/s800/51286184380_b38834c0ab_c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="763" data-original-width="800" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFhTtXhjqUJMG8sIMMpULeDALoRS18hu4canH8oPX1XDy99Z3ZjpsoHsCjmf6o6SGzB3EReLEPtdC3gTtqMlXb8TpHrGtx9dOLt6PY93Lasv-pnbAsBhpWm37_o5Fv5r9rD0uP9iUEvbE/s320/51286184380_b38834c0ab_c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">As I was completing my meditation practice this morning a "performance cue" arrived - *Play With Silence*. Since working with the book Performance Success by Don Greene again this year I've been experimenting with various "performance cues" and "emergency cues" as prompts to nurture the mental space I will thrive within. Using Play With Silence was intriguing as I practiced over the course of a couple hours. This may be a keeper.</p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 18px;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Solid practice today. Nourised by my new performance cue I made progress on technique issues with 4 pieces. Made good progress with refreshing my familiarity with Anchor Fence Is Gone and even got in about 10 minutes of mental practice. The latter practice is difficult but so very useful. Had an appointment in the afternoon which took a couple hours and then needed to prepare our space for our first session of MoonLight Qi Gong via Zoom. As always happens I felt great after teaching and took a walk on this cool fall night. </p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 18px;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Practice was also energized by participating in the Cycle Study Group with Peter Legowski, Kim Cary and two other Alexander Technique teachers this morning.</p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 18px;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Interbeing so informed my day. One practice affecting all the others while all the practices informed the one I was currently working with. I am truly a fortunate person.</p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"> Image by NASA.</p>Patrick Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11932466748852157863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823729226988668499.post-21675642484410681942021-09-25T18:03:00.002-07:002021-09-25T18:05:00.558-07:00Can I? Will I?<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc6D593ALNTUdpqZ7cDWQqfIoI7GGohbTYKICb2se29PdfSXOZAeVMPKrtXYXNkbNKhDZ_LYie54f1aHipBCP0NVTRWR2rNIMcNRtBkwxr9CKxYNc6Ww_uOnr-uRLqWm7HY6V2lFMYIxs/s400/51445829554_016a27135b_w.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="400" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc6D593ALNTUdpqZ7cDWQqfIoI7GGohbTYKICb2se29PdfSXOZAeVMPKrtXYXNkbNKhDZ_LYie54f1aHipBCP0NVTRWR2rNIMcNRtBkwxr9CKxYNc6Ww_uOnr-uRLqWm7HY6V2lFMYIxs/s320/51445829554_016a27135b_w.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-size: 15.008000373840332px;">I’ve been holding off working with <i>Anchor Fence Is Gone</i></span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-size: 15.008000373840332px;">. If I could answer why, an old pattern within might unravel. Yesterday I listened to a rough recording I’d made when the piece was conceived and studied the score that Brad Hogg has transcribed for me a few years ago. In my heart this piece seems vital to </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-size: 15.008000373840332px;">Fences, Frames and Alleys</span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-size: 15.008000373840332px;"> yet the resistance has kept me from bringing it alive again. Today I visited again. As I was playing with the opening section I wondered - Can I make this easier? Laughing out loud I said of course I can. The real question is will I make this easier? So it goes.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #222222;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-size: 15.008000373840332px;"><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/193347187@N08/" style="background-color: black;" target="_blank">Photo by PinkFloydFanSince1986</a></span></span></p>Patrick Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11932466748852157863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823729226988668499.post-2955152442596453122021-09-25T05:34:00.000-07:002021-09-25T05:34:03.259-07:00The Creative Life IS Messy<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzwkexTflONYo8d2LdVdw2YVwaYHt6SYjK6kYFEN6G_qw5k5KFYt4g4tB6EC9YJvtR6XmOu-5GYrGiBX8dShyphenhyphenfGWbSBea2RrHVgFeW6EFbr1VD4GAjbTqptRKIXNEJq5Owi_Ec_9tB3IU/s2048/Messy+Life.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzwkexTflONYo8d2LdVdw2YVwaYHt6SYjK6kYFEN6G_qw5k5KFYt4g4tB6EC9YJvtR6XmOu-5GYrGiBX8dShyphenhyphenfGWbSBea2RrHVgFeW6EFbr1VD4GAjbTqptRKIXNEJq5Owi_Ec_9tB3IU/s320/Messy+Life.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> In a meeting with today the notion that the creative life is messy surfaced a few times. After this very fruitful time with this amazing group I took a walk outside to digest the experience. Returning to my practice space I looked at the following captures of ideas related to the same piece Jumping Over Fences.<p></p><p>The initial idea arrived on May 4 of 2020. Added to in June of that year and now again yesterday and today. Still very messy but a form is emerging. There have also been rmp3 recordings and at some video recordings to capture the feel of the piece. Fine to dwell in the mess. But I must take care to not allow the mess to trigger negative thoughts about my ideas or ability to play them as they emerge. Paying attention to where I am in this moment keeps the process productive. Unfortunately I fail to pay attention more than I care to admit. So it goes.</p>Patrick Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11932466748852157863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823729226988668499.post-86348644567224622662021-09-23T17:47:00.009-07:002021-09-23T17:50:14.653-07:00Decisions<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOx3L-ARlYCDjbrCtvbODabiAQOOZO1p2Z21BcJAdhA14RLx7oz7XJgqT5t1sfshgJPatyAXr_DBTxX0wKzUwI1u9C-O9YMMYymeof9ho4HA1xOzWTBxkYA7xfo_yqxdj9DNjAZoSdKTs/s800/49208129627_063d526a58_c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOx3L-ARlYCDjbrCtvbODabiAQOOZO1p2Z21BcJAdhA14RLx7oz7XJgqT5t1sfshgJPatyAXr_DBTxX0wKzUwI1u9C-O9YMMYymeof9ho4HA1xOzWTBxkYA7xfo_yqxdj9DNjAZoSdKTs/s320/49208129627_063d526a58_c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">Reading Seth Godin's</span><span><span style="font-size: 15px;"> blog today I saw the link for the free workshop on decisions but had to act quickly before the 24 hrs of “free” was up. I love free. And More! I decided to let it go. The time to do the 50 minute workshop of which I’m sure there was much value, was going to compromise my best time to practice guitar. A good use of my tendency to have strong boundaries. Music is too important to me to let those precious morning hours slip away. </span></span></span></p><p style="font-family: Arial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span><span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-size: 15px;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc;">Late in the day I stumbled upon a prompt for your six word memoir. Here’s mine: <b>Make Music that moves our world</b>. I do not understand why the music that comes to me does, but I do keep showing up, Today I decided I would complete the Jumping Over Fences as the energy of the opening to this must be developed for my next release. Made good progress today because I gave myself the time and space to be present with my process. Now I have time to play a little bit more and enjoy the fruits of my practice.</span></p><p style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="background-color: black;"><br /></span></p><p style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/rvoegtli/" style="background-color: black;" target="_blank">Photo by Rosmarie Vegetal</a></p>Patrick Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11932466748852157863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823729226988668499.post-2672672414039415862021-08-05T06:52:00.002-07:002021-08-05T06:54:09.386-07:00Music Creates the Musician<p style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS"; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmsN0adofnBKHTeLU2h6U_zBht9kiWaXvw1-7Ab7mk2JXxK-ANZccEiNLV-ccwGCyChqXG-IONdzobzuUsOBq_0iFpcKkw8ihBdWcKxtU1CXcI-m0stImp0Lo3fXYTfBAyfg6PutKf6Hg/s2048/IMG_0699.heic" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmsN0adofnBKHTeLU2h6U_zBht9kiWaXvw1-7Ab7mk2JXxK-ANZccEiNLV-ccwGCyChqXG-IONdzobzuUsOBq_0iFpcKkw8ihBdWcKxtU1CXcI-m0stImp0Lo3fXYTfBAyfg6PutKf6Hg/s320/IMG_0699.heic" width="320" /></a></i></div><i><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Music creates the Musician.</i> </div></i><p></p>
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<p style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS"; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">These four words encapsulate my experience. Music also heals this Musician and for that I am grateful. May a listener find something of value in what I play and tap the energy to carry on another day. Some days life is hard; I feel off track. Though I may not feel like practicing, the pull of Music is there; calling me gently, surely. Sitting still, I tune and then caress her strings. As the vibrations swell my heart expands and the path clears. Slowly this musician is tuned, ever so slowly; just doing nothing but playing.</p>
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<p style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS"; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">An audience is also necessary for music to come into being. Many have told me that the music I receive and transmit has touched them. This always warms my heart. Still, listeners are hard to find. Will you help me find listeners by forwarding this message to friends.</p>
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<p style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS"; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">Friday August 6th is another rendition of <i>BandCamp Friday</i>. During Covid, Bandcamp has generously chosen the first Friday of the month as a day when they waive their fees and allow all the sales proceeds to go to the musicians hosted there. This has been a vital and needed success for many musicians.</p>
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<p style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS"; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><a href="https://patricksmithguitar.bandcamp.com/music">https://patricksmithguitar.bandcamp.com/music</a></span></p>
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<p style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS"; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">Recently I have come across the stunning music of Harpist Jessica Gallo. Her latest release <i>Walk to the Sun</i> is absolutely beautiful. Have a listen, I think you’ll agree.</p>
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<p style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS"; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">Please stay well and be gentle with your good self. </p><div><br /></div>Patrick Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11932466748852157863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823729226988668499.post-57696308208333053352021-06-22T17:54:00.001-07:002021-06-22T17:54:26.619-07:00Reframe<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoaKgvKBn40wMdHAICPwI1DgGEhhcyOtyykk0q40oSUqjdcmtPf13vujXHQD2-uC4P7ne1HX16sE4uA0WV2HQF9Exs8At50176MjB9zo2jNo1N2QluYgQQPvGeK91Uuf4b9x7Hr1jTgAI/s799/8546481074_3136e2c40c_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="799" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoaKgvKBn40wMdHAICPwI1DgGEhhcyOtyykk0q40oSUqjdcmtPf13vujXHQD2-uC4P7ne1HX16sE4uA0WV2HQF9Exs8At50176MjB9zo2jNo1N2QluYgQQPvGeK91Uuf4b9x7Hr1jTgAI/s320/8546481074_3136e2c40c_c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>
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<p style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Breaking up my routine a bit with with a 30 minute guitar practice after journaling. Allowed myself to play a few pieces. Focus on calm, confidence, ease and joy. From here moved onto Qi Gong practice with my wife and sitting meditation with our expanded local Sangha. </span></p>
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<p style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">When I returned to my music practice I decided to continue playing through the remaining pieces to see how my recent practices have impacted them. When my judgements began arriving I paused at one point and played with a variation from the AT Cycle Practice which arose for me last night - <i>Thoughts Far Away</i>. Again this phrase quieted my thinking. I continued to explore using this “direction” as I practiced and even used this as a cue before playing <i>What Is This?</i> the most difficult piece of repertoire I am currently working with.</span></p>
<p style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">I decided to pick up the tempo on WIS? and play it again. Pausing to direct my thinking and free my body I recalled a practice Michael my Shiatsu Massage and Tai Chi instructor gave me a couple years ago. In playing guitar I assume an asymmetric position for long periods of time over decades of practice. This has precipitated some problems muscularly and even energetically. He suggested I play air guitar with my left hand “picking” and my right hand moving about the fretboard. I played with this for a few minutes and then ran through WIS? again. I definitely noticed a difference.</span></p>
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<p style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">In the afternoon, I played through each piece again. Improvement was noted. Celebrated with a walk along Sligo Creek before dinner. We also offered our Qi Gong class this evening. I’m ready to delve into The Jazz of Physics by Stephon Alexander. </span></p><p style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/joao_cardoso/" target="_blank">Photo by Joao Cardoso</a></p><p style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" />Patrick Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11932466748852157863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823729226988668499.post-22733357091496360822021-06-21T18:46:00.002-07:002021-06-21T18:47:30.095-07:00The Longest Day<p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibO8BM841zOmR87NrMbCnm1TnxEEM9T_Xzbgm3RxX5YySZCiMye2FtRD3ot1BkS3RfiIaWhyUV-3ak6lvmHtttuvpOoJwilyoaVs2XW2vZoK6Mgow0TvhWddp_oxtsJPC_0aSmYCLTmwQ/s2048/Altar+Music+.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibO8BM841zOmR87NrMbCnm1TnxEEM9T_Xzbgm3RxX5YySZCiMye2FtRD3ot1BkS3RfiIaWhyUV-3ak6lvmHtttuvpOoJwilyoaVs2XW2vZoK6Mgow0TvhWddp_oxtsJPC_0aSmYCLTmwQ/s320/Altar+Music+.jpg" /></a></span></div><span style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />The longest day of the year sure felt like it. I had to tell a group of people I’ve grown quite fond of that I am needed to move in another direction. Fortunately this was well received.</span><p></p>
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<p style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Randomized my practice again with the focus of todays work being the middle of these seven pieces. I’m certainly glad I did. The first piece was When Am I? I thought I was playing this piece well, but the middle section needed a lot of work. I was surprised by this, but then recalled how often I’ve had difficulty transitioning from the first section. All those troubled transitions have left their energy on the middle section. I added the ending of the first section and slowed everything down. Found myself holding my breath a couple times. Never useful, but happens below the level of my attention more than I am aware of.</span></p>
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<p style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Working with Exiled I also found myself holding my breath at times. Overall the work was tedious but valuable. Onward.</span></p><div><br /></div>Patrick Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11932466748852157863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823729226988668499.post-60207883641005679062021-06-20T17:02:00.005-07:002021-06-20T17:16:03.243-07:00Begin With the End in Mind<p><span style="color: #eeeeee;"> <span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px;">6/20/21</span></span></p>
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<p style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">I continued with generating a random sequence to my practice today. Supported by the valued Covey principle “Begin with the end in mind.” Before playing a piece, I reviewed it’s ending on the score. Striving to hear what I would play. Then I played the ending 2 - 3 times. The value of this practice for me with beginning with the end, is these notes are not encumbered by mistakes in the beginning or the mental drifting that occurs as I focus for a few minutes. A fresh look at each of the seven endings proved valuable today.</span></p><div><br /></div>Patrick Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11932466748852157863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823729226988668499.post-83619951735464177112021-06-20T17:01:00.003-07:002021-06-20T17:01:36.583-07:00Random Actions<p><span style="color: #eeeeee;"> <span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px;">6/19/21</span></span></p>
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<p style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">I decided to assign a number from 1 to 7 to the pieces I’m preparing for recording. Found a random number generator on the web, limited it to seven, and then spun the wheel to determine the order I would practice these in today. You might ask why?</span></p>
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<p style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Well I develop habits, look for gratification and have a limited time and attention to do my best work. Wanted to make sure I don’t fall into a rut as to how I approach these. Decided to physically practice each piece, then to either run it in my head or use the score if I needed to and then return to physically practice it again. Seemed fruitful. </span></p>
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<p style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">There was something interesting about taking away my choice as far as the order of practice. May play with this more. Listened to a work in progress The Hidden and moved it forward also.</span></p><div><br /></div>Patrick Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11932466748852157863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823729226988668499.post-73646816055374897552021-06-14T19:04:00.000-07:002021-06-14T19:04:34.974-07:00Practicing WIth Distraction<p><span style="color: #eeeeee;"> <span style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15.008000373840332px;">This morning was just stunning. Beautiful skies, cool and the birds singing joyously. After breakfast on the back porch i decided to practice guitar there too. Soon I realized I was in for a challenge. The birds were pretty high energy. Perhaps they did not like my playing. They sure challenged my attention. With multiple bird songs I noticed how my technique sounded horrible. Every other note seemed to be conflicted and it sounded as if my finger were sliding all over the place. My ears really came alive during this time. Before too long I returned inside. We had all the windows open, but with the room reflecting my guitar tones the birds were not as distracting,</span></span></p><p style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15.008000373840332px;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Overall I had a great morning, afternoon and evening practices. Feeling as if I will be ready to record with Tony Geballe at the end of the month. Will do some test recording tomorrow.</span></p>Patrick Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11932466748852157863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823729226988668499.post-2948248281550095102021-06-11T16:22:00.003-07:002021-06-11T16:24:13.546-07:00Why is Rest Difficult?<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLlKqz24tppaFk12m7cRZb_84LX4mihjJg_9d1HHvCkS247D2lgASpPu01Gsjv7iati6zbkDpn0T43Qa9k0yDXOCMnkAXzCy_j49U5AwOuZHt97ENoHAkiirHawwdvNvA53N-idEuNXfY/s800/50147783481_371237e0e3_c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLlKqz24tppaFk12m7cRZb_84LX4mihjJg_9d1HHvCkS247D2lgASpPu01Gsjv7iati6zbkDpn0T43Qa9k0yDXOCMnkAXzCy_j49U5AwOuZHt97ENoHAkiirHawwdvNvA53N-idEuNXfY/s320/50147783481_371237e0e3_c.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">RECORDING SIMULATION DRILL DAY 6</span></p><p style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15.008000373840332px;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Rest/Celebrate were the items on the Drill’s lost for today.</span></p><p style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15.008000373840332px;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Sounded so good at the time I wrote out the drill. Rest - why do I resist? Sure if I was at the beach. But at home? Wish I could go to the National Gallery of Art but the East Building where I long to be is still closed. Skimmed an article of a writer on a train in Japan following Basho the poet’s trail. Prompted the following Haiku:</span></p><p style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15.008000373840332px; text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Basho hit my head.</span></em></p><p style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15.008000373840332px; text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Spring destination unknown.</span></em></p><p style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15.008000373840332px; text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Heart still. Open now.</span></em></p><p style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15.008000373840332px;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Rest - Restore. I suspect they come from the same root. Now I can rationalize use restore to bring order to parts of my home life. After all it is raining. No long trips to the woods or the bay. Ahhh.</span></p><p style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15.008000373840332px;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Thinking of the poet Basho reminded me of the guitarist Robbie Basho, who assumed his name. Been a while since I’ve listened to his work. First two titles I selected had Robbie singing - no thanks too early for that. Why am I so quick to judge? Well I am. Found Gypsy Rosary - over 13 minutes long so I know it would be one of his solo guitar works which I prefer. Then listened to Alex Cline - Nourishing Our Roots. Title seemed appropriate to this day.</span></p><p style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15.008000373840332px;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Overall listened to lots of music, had some walks in the drizzle with my wife, and a couple of conversations. A very interesting meeting with friends from Guitar Craft and a delightful Indian dinner at home while watching Shameless. So it goes.</span></p><p style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15.008000373840332px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/jariceiii/50147783481/in/photolist-2jpouUz-Lmbh5d-nE653-4xTrXS-qAfSK-NFPf3h-qAfoe-qAfo9-Jcpq3-8MbJ6X-qAjib-xsTmSY-7rPb9g-KXSEgD-68gQbi-6pz1R5-MK6k8-JGVaqF-qAkZk-qAiMK-57efNz-LLmBdv-iS1sPb-qAiMP-LQnT5E-57ir8j-dGAv8v-68gPWx-LNPVNA-LGkapJ-qAiMV-qAkZd-qAiMQ-qAji9-qAiMS-qAkkd-7ekJPH-e5JAqG-6gGf13-9YhxtG-qAkZQ-qAjid-qAji7-qAiMM-qAji6-qAjia-qAkZv-4TzNrJ-qAi6E-qAgvJ" target="_blank">Photo by JariC</a></p>Patrick Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11932466748852157863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823729226988668499.post-86188479714474126672021-06-10T17:59:00.007-07:002021-06-10T18:01:34.890-07:00Constructing Freedom<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUzl55C6rJpqO69s97At0HfV5kLols3rXPTKg-7pRK51UWvSjn9OYFNbbeUB33AKjWcQs4e5F9MR2DjOhigidygLBna5K6eB-KfEt-ZcXi2_pYCw_1rML8uz9wwlnMWWzokLGfDcngCWY/s800/51106648446_7ebd8c3f58_c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUzl55C6rJpqO69s97At0HfV5kLols3rXPTKg-7pRK51UWvSjn9OYFNbbeUB33AKjWcQs4e5F9MR2DjOhigidygLBna5K6eB-KfEt-ZcXi2_pYCw_1rML8uz9wwlnMWWzokLGfDcngCWY/s320/51106648446_7ebd8c3f58_c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <span style="color: #eeeeee;"> <span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px;">6/10/21 RECORDING SIMULATION DRILL DAY 5</span></span><p></p>
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<p style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Todays session was led by Daniela Sangiorgio. When we had completed doing the Cycle practice there was time for reflection and observations. Regarding the practice of constructive thinking Daniela said “ we do what we do so we can find out when we interfere. When we stop interfering ease will flow.” Yet these are words. The experience of this simple but powerful exercise known as the Cycle Practice over the past few months has been worthwhile. </span></p>
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<p style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">I took on recording the most difficult of the pieces I am preparing for later this month. I would like a recording of this work titled <i>What is This? </i>to assist my practice. </span></p><p style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/dordrecht-holland/51106648446/in/photolist-2kS7W49-2m1HwhY-2inBNGV-2jvAiL4-2cPZYso-28SuP7Q-5p5Euw-2hbRKsp-5oXSza-XLeywM-8e1HDb-2h2Nzoz-nmw4W9-TnmA29-Fofiap-2iKzezV-L3yrGi-v1nrSL-2k29XRc-yHG2q-5oQYz3-34Unc-xCshrq-pNL5v5-5QU6ez-5QYnbu-79qXr5-RiXyke-cYCT4U-2ktYYcw-2dj8F8j-4nGMEH-5PnpPe-5Ponb6-D5m1-r1dJAm-c51Tdq-enqW3M-L3yqQD-LWNmHD-fn7LZS-eUSjQo-AFNSuh-YPGWfo-CiBGgJ-aK6eec-aHFKXv-2kDUx9J-vAbUma-7xXuE6" target="_blank"><br /></a></p><p style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/dordrecht-holland/51106648446/in/photolist-2kS7W49-2m1HwhY-2inBNGV-2jvAiL4-2cPZYso-28SuP7Q-5p5Euw-2hbRKsp-5oXSza-XLeywM-8e1HDb-2h2Nzoz-nmw4W9-TnmA29-Fofiap-2iKzezV-L3yrGi-v1nrSL-2k29XRc-yHG2q-5oQYz3-34Unc-xCshrq-pNL5v5-5QU6ez-5QYnbu-79qXr5-RiXyke-cYCT4U-2ktYYcw-2dj8F8j-4nGMEH-5PnpPe-5Ponb6-D5m1-r1dJAm-c51Tdq-enqW3M-L3yqQD-LWNmHD-fn7LZS-eUSjQo-AFNSuh-YPGWfo-CiBGgJ-aK6eec-aHFKXv-2kDUx9J-vAbUma-7xXuE6" target="_blank">Photo by Paul van de Velde</a></p><div><br /></div>Patrick Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11932466748852157863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823729226988668499.post-44820395137960080102021-06-09T18:13:00.004-07:002021-06-09T18:15:04.997-07:00Learning What it Takes<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv9ThfqkyTNCAgG5vt71yI9UwVFD-sJCw9WOlxUfrT3a5EeDV-ysdv8lNrQD5onpkZiG5834iOJVpDTFfGqFFVrmWbecjJYqOI33CRlQHZ5EQhmfBXjOYicucwnU2VJ9DlxOkmhDZ1Pm8/s800/46214552701_af5cda2276_c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="492" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv9ThfqkyTNCAgG5vt71yI9UwVFD-sJCw9WOlxUfrT3a5EeDV-ysdv8lNrQD5onpkZiG5834iOJVpDTFfGqFFVrmWbecjJYqOI33CRlQHZ5EQhmfBXjOYicucwnU2VJ9DlxOkmhDZ1Pm8/s320/46214552701_af5cda2276_c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px;">Recording Simulation Drill Day 4</span><p></p>
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<p style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">During yesterday’s session, the work I did with Taking Flight and When Am I? was not worth saving. I was fine with this, also a bit disheartened. Today I decided to begin with recording Exiled. After an hour I let go, deleted the file. Noticing it was almost 10 am I decided to join the Alexander Technique Cycle Practice group on Zoom led by a group of AT teachers.</span></p>
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<p style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">At the end of the practice I left the group as I wanted to work from the state that had been induced by Susan Allen’s directions. Body and Mind were quiet. I pressed record and took my place in front of the microphone. I decided to record an old piece of mine - Gathered Hearts. I have performed this piece for over a decade and can play it effortlessly. This ease is what is missing in my current recording efforts. Gathered Hearts was beautiful and from this space I moved to recording Taking Flight. </span></p>
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<p style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">This was beautiful. A take that if I had the proper set up going would be a possible release. I did skip over two bars, which required me to skip another two bars. Still the ease remained. I stopped recording and saved the recording. Opening a new file I moved onto When Am I? After two takes I knew that some minor edits could probably yield a piece. If I was actually recording with Tony Geballe to release these works another take would have been in order. But I wanted to savor, explore and use the space I was in. </span></p>
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<p style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">Without stopping the recording I began Exiled. A rough start. I paused and then began again. More mistakes. Another pause. I played the opening theme of The Call. Paused and began Exiled. A good take ensued, followed by another. Tired and my attention drifting I decided to call it a morning. I went to end this recording and noticed I had not armed the microphone so nothing was captured. C’es la vie. What’s is important is what I experienced and learned. Fostering and nourishing that energy once I’m in a good state is vital to the success of this project. Vital to the success of life too!</span></p><p style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/psd/46214552701/in/photolist-2dpPEqM-2hN1j7Q-24iXKVj-st67in-rNHCRt-2kW1rVp-2eq5d9J-sTdrMp-Curwec-bjKt1x-PphbRb-2cRffrr-DUB1dh-PR9vBT-BZDiAg-F7njUp-TH7WNQ-25gXFFR-2fQrHrV-r6wHGB-CXFNZz-2kMjwrx-BHVdqp-2cYLXVg-2k3EY1p-2j1Snem-2huYxsu-N1U9pp-Aq4Zov-2jdAHzr-2g9iPNv-2jmMaR1-6tPTTZ-6tU2S5-2kLLWkw-EdxMub-2jgV5By-2iqYLJq-2k3EY4A-RNjv75-2jwuSCx-sgSuj6-2iypGVx-cMW3nj-WgLxyH-J1eo86-278hjWb-24xfcMA-2k3EXRr-9QQ2iU" target="_blank">Photo by Paul Downey</a></p><div><br /></div>Patrick Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11932466748852157863noreply@blogger.com0