Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Feedback

Feedback.  How valuable when one can get honest feedback. Not I like or dislike something, but what happened within the recipient?  Today my wife provided this for me.  I've been playing around with an idea for the past 2 weeks.  An opening arrived that I could not develop.  Then a couple days later another idea arrived that also stagnated.  After a week, I was drifting away from them when I saw they were related.  Combining them a form began to emerge along with energy to keep investigating.

The form is a bit nebulous but I do have a title.  The title actually triggered the idea, but am I finding, defining, and elaborating this within the energy of notes?  I did not share the title with Joann as I wanted too see if the music was carrying the sentiment.  She gave me feedback pointing towards the intent and then I played it again.  Is this a piece or just an idea?

That she could not answer, my work lies within that question.  Her feedback did give me information that this work in progress is conveying the sense of the piece and that I should continue to develop it.

Photo by Jurgen Appelo.

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

My Favorite Sounds

My wife's tender voice.

Our granddaughter's delight & wit.

Jimi

Summer song birds in morning.

The surf, streams, rivers, & waterfalls.

Summer insects at night.

Snow falling on a winter's night.  (Especially now that I'm retired.)

Laughter, especially the laughter of family together.

Rain.

Bells.



Monday, January 5, 2015

Be the Craft

I sat with my guitar this morning for a few minute before playing.  Connecting with myself via the Alexander Technique directions; finding my breath and my wish. I recalled a statement made by Sister Jewel in a Dharma Talk she gave at the Washington Mindfulness Community last year.  She was struggling with a close relationship, wanting to help, when she saw that she needed to be a Buddha, not a Buddhist.

Holding that thought for a moment I began to play.  Alert, relaxed, and present, when the thought arrived - Be the Craft, not a Craftie.  This carried me through a short but spirited practice session and a bit of a breakthrough with a new piece that is developing.  Then I returned to rest, allowing the melodic idea to percolate.

During this session I taped two versions of this new adaptation of The Choice.  Generally I'll do this to save an idea, in case I need to refer to it later.  I tend not to listen to these early versions as frequently the unsure execution  can take me out of the music.  Judging the music unfairly.. Today, perhaps as part of trusting The Craft, I did listen to the recording away from the guitar.  And yes, the execution needs work, but the sense of the music is there and I heard a possible ending that I may not have heard with guitar in hand.  Now I know where to begin my next practice.  Life is very good.



Photo by Barry Stock.

Sunday, January 4, 2015

Lead With the Mind and Play

Still weak in my body from the bug I caught.  Good news is that the mind and emotions have been relatively still today.  This actually is a good place to play from, though the body is a bit dull thoughts and feelings were not providing obstacles to work through.  Perhaps the mind was focused on my healing. Most of the day I've been resting and reading The Gift of Rain by Tan Twan Eng, a beautifully written novel.  The main character Philip Hutton practices martial arts and zazen so there is a quality about his training that resonates with me.  providing another reminder to practice with what is in front of me.

Twice I have picked up my guitar today.  The first time after a nap and feeling yucky I began to play and listen to a single note.  I do this often, as a way to focus my listening, and to wake up. Then I began an improvisation that quickly turned into noodling.  Yet the noodling was joyful so I continued.  No seriousness was needed at this moment of time.  Probably never is needed, but certainly not now.  A few surprises inspired me during this noodling, as years of practicing various exercises sometimes come together providing nourishment for future hours of work.

The second time, I was more mindful of my approach.  I knew when I picked up my case and placed it on the bed.  I was aware of lifting her from the case.  We sat together for a few minutes before I played. Lead with the mind was the phrase spoken by Philip Hutton's sensai in the novel that then led me.  I played, just played a piece inspired by my brother.  Noticing I was in a special place, I played another piece.  I repeated one of the lines a few times in this piece as it needed to be refreshed.

Before beginning another piece I recalled an instruction given by Robert on a course once Play like the world depended on it! And so I did.

Saturday, January 3, 2015

The First Note Calling to Me

As you start to walk on the way, the way appears. ~Rumi

Tired after being out most of the day and feeling a cold coming on.  I needed to pick up my guitar as I did not play yesterday.  After having soup for dinner, I thought about where to begin the session.  I was clueless as a big part of me just wanted to go back to reading a novel. Then I thought about my first note of 2015 - Bb.  What might the  Bb reveal to me on this evening?  Might I explore brave new sonic material? 

I decided to drop the grandiosity and pick up the guitar.  And I'm happy I did.  I played with just a Bb, on different areas of the fretboard, then began to improvise with Bb as a tonal center.  Not much of interest was happening but as least I was caressing those strings.  I began playing through The Call, and then returned to Bb for some reason.  A melody of interest tinkled out and I began to develop this.  This spark of the creative spirit lifted my mood as I continued to explore possibilities.  I could have taken it further, but really do need to rest.  Trusting that that more shall be revealed.

Photo by Nelson L.

Friday, January 2, 2015

Wherein lies the balance?

Dissonance.

Consonance.

Wherein lies the balance?

When dissonance overwhelms, sometimes one must retreat.  When silence is elusive, music is one bridge back.  The voices of the past can heal the present, providing connection and hope to traditions of the ancestors, to the unknown power.  Providing connection to what is. 

Years ago,  a person  very dear to me gave me a copy of Angus Dei,  collection of choral music from the Mass.  A connection to my ancestor's search for meaning in life.  At this time of the year when the loss of the members of my immediate family sometimes becomes acute, I need to hear these voices soaring in praise of God, inspiring hope and peace in the here and now.

Photo by Procsilas Moscas


Thursday, January 1, 2015

Hiding From Commitment

During an incredibly wonderful dinner with family on New Years Eve we discussed hopes and aspirations for the coming year.  Not quite resolutions, but in the spirit of positive projections and possibilities.  On New Years day this thought arose within me - to publish this blog daily for the New Year.

Recognition of the rightness of this arose & resonated within. Just behind this the resistance began to formulate and excitement about the challenge blends with fear of failure.  But as I know, truly in my heart and mind, possibly even within my body, that with commitment all the rules change.

Resources, time, and material are available - I only need to make the commitment to myself.  What will I learn from this?  What will I miss if I do not? 

Photo by Tj Matthews