"sunmusic" rules!

Post 80 of 90.

I've listened to the recording of Sun Music from the Shimmies & Strings 2 gig, and the more I listen to it, the more I like the piece. It gives me some nice "mind movies," and I'm developing little stories/scenarios to go along with each section. The piece has a nice "poetry" to it.

The iTunes visualizer offered up some nice and wonderfully congruent, sun-like visuals. Fractals flowing with flame and burning atomic granularities.

I think I'm happy with the solo I played on Hope. The phrasing seems to work, there seems to be a common motif I'm working with throughout, and it winds up with a light 4-3 resolution to the 3rd scale degree I find pleasing. The only negatives I notice are a slight tendency to rush, and that while it has some melodic interest and feels internally consistent, it doesn't take into account the need to wrap up and prepare the ear for the circulation that immediately follows.

The "fairy fingers" section of Blockhead is taking on a lovely pointillism in my mind's eye. I can see the notes as pulsating dots.

I've been interested for some time in RF's accounts of "realizing" and/or "recognizing" when he's made a decision about something. Something about how describes this process speaks to me. I find real decisions often do not flow from a rigorous, intellectual logic and definite verbal thought-form--"Hear ye, I thusly do make and proclaim this decision for the next step in my life..."--but seem to originate of their own accord elsewhere, from where I'm not sure.

Or maybe it's more about the various "centres" coming into conjunction. If the "decision" involves only the intellectual centre, but the others are not simultaneously in agreement and in accord, this "decision" hardly goes anywhere at all.

There have definitely been times when I've made an important decision in my life, but I've only realized it myself when I see it reflected back to me from others. In one case, I made what seemed, to me, to be a casual comment. But something about the moment, the look on the other person's face, stuck in my memory, and I only knew I had made a bona fide decision about something from how it affected someone else in that moment. I could look back and see it. And yet I couldn't really trace back to some single moment when the decision had been made. I just know from this incident in conversation with another that the decision had been made and was already in motion.

Ten more diary entries to go...