I didn’t know what I was in for this evening. Each part of the performance could have gone on for a couple minutes or a couple hours it seemed. Sense of time seemed removed from the equation.
I’m unsure how to describe the music of Man Forever and William Basinski. I’m not even sure it was music, I told my mom that it was “soundscapes” but I’m not sure if the artists would want me describing their work that way.
After a little while, I realized I was watching the artists too much, I wasn’t fully hearing the music. When I closed my eyes, I could hear the music for real. I started to feel my heart beat inside me, something that I often do not have such a true sense of. It seemed as if I was listening to myself through the music. The sounds I was hearing allowed me to hear myself.
I wondered do we each hear things differently? I was there with a friend, one who plays piano and knows what she’s talking about when it comes to music. What was she hearing that my untrained ears were not? What was I hearing that her trained ears were not?
Throughout the last couple decades, music has always been a part of my life, but recently that seems to have slipped away. I feel relieved to be learning to listen again.
Photo by Alyssa Demirjian. You can listen to the recording of what we hear here.
A few more days
A final Hi meeting
The local neighborhood bar has a quiet time between six and nine. It is a place that specializes in coffee, beer and seasonal menus. There is just enough of each for a satisfying snack and effective buzz. After the time when the laptop lids close and before the social gatherings start -- there is a sort of twilight*. Often this time is a fugitive ground rife with creative inspiration and meditative work -- of the kind that results in personal reward.*twilight may refer to civil, nautical or astronomical variety depending on your social or terrestrial condition
A man positions his mouse on the edge of his browser window. He clicks, holds and drags the viewport first left then right. The content of a video game promo micro site responds and adapts to the available space. To the man, this is more delightful than the game itself.
A man laboriously moves his piano down three levels onto the subway platform. Classic vocals and strided chords -- he played so well I swore he was blind. Oblivious to the heat on that August stage, he was most in touch with his audience -- whom he elevated with his music.
A woman should do exactly as she pleases no matter what a man may think.
As the Dalai Lama once said, "It is a time when there is much in the window, but nothing in the room."
"No one understands me," she said. Her grandmother was silent for a minute. It seemed she was searching for an answer in the star speckled sky. "But no one understands anyone in this world, darling. We are all unique. It is what gives us a sense of wonder."