Sunday, 4 January 2015

How I hear Music



A dear friend shared this sweet ♫picture quote♫ from Shakespeare:




at my Facebook page, saying it reminded her of me.

That is true how I am, I listen and hear. I replied to her immediately as it flowed out of me:

this is so true how I LISTEN, was watching some footage this morning of video (sic) I took two days ago of my very early morning and got so carried away with the birds in flight on a rhythm of the last crickets singing (sic – should have been ‘crickets singing their last songs of the night) and the greetings of the morning songsters as they sing their songs which flowed on the skyline as the first colour of the new day began and later the sparrows chipped in as warm music floated on colours between gold and soft pink as the first sunrays reflected on white to grey-blue clouds. And the crisp smell of night air blending with early morning perfumes as the first flowers open their sweet little wells..... bliss, totally music (even the screeching sunbeetles at the moment which gives that 'time for siesta' laziness) Oh, I can really drift away (when I read her post it was around noon, I cannot remember exactly)

I then treated myself with a chilled fruity white wine spritzer (actually, I use pure aqua, not the bubbly type for this) and dreamed on, so happy to know that there are folks who also hear how I hear, and recognize it in me. Nobody can teach you this, you just know it, feel it and you can hear it. Nobody can teach you this.

I have listened to many *educated* works in my nearly 6 decades in this world and it was empty, nyada, zilch, zero, haba, niks. Very few of the educated ever follow their hearts, to them it is rather a snooty prestige and goodness knows what labels they hang around music. They rape music, make it like a heartless machine forever needing to be fueled with some or other ooh and aah from even more heartless…..

Yet there are music educated folks, however few they are, that use music as the language it is intended to be. The technical stuff comes naturally. I know, I do my research and 'study' as I go. I have a curious mind.


I have been motivated by them (I also listen to their music, then I know that they know – maybe the journo in me that first wants to ‘profile’ the listener to first find out what they actually know and if their comment then qualifies what they say) - a scarce people.

RIP William Shakespeare, I love your works since I first ‘discovered’ it when I was a 13y-old. You could hear music, understood the voices even though you were a composer of words, yet you brought the music over with the alphabet. I HEAR YOU.

(I hope the bloomin pathetic that stole my full bundle of all Shakespeare’s works at Walvis Bay, Namibia during 1993 gets a pain in the arse – probably stole it to sell it to buy drugs. I KNOW - because of music)

And this reminds me of what I've seen in my life: the snooty shitty wanna-be's that will never be able to know the secrets of music, regardless of what and how far they study, and those who know it and follow their hearts.

I listen, and I hear and I've heard.

Sunday, 28 December 2014

URGH Don't piss me off!



What a lot of farts in the music industry! Oh well, they can kiss my sweet old arse because I know far more than all of them together.

You accepted a difficult challenge and contributed a highly creative piece of music.”

And twice the same person says music is about taste.

It is not my crowd by far. Music is my language, I’ve known it since I can remember the first sweet melodies I became aware of. I knew what the birds were singing about, I understood the voice of the wind in the trees and I became one with Nature’s voice. It has always been easy for me to “speak” this magnificent language. Creative I am indeed. I also paint and sketch, create symphonies with food and wrote hundreds of poems which even have their own melodies.

And thanks to a love for mathematics and related puzzles, I can design on the go, overcoming any obstacle which I might encounter. I even rehearse my work program in my head in order to find any problems which might occur. I work fast. Once I have the big picture, I wanna get the job done as soon as possible to see it, hear it, live it.

And so also, if music is about taste, that makes me a connoisseur – from the most delicate sounds, even shapes, smells and movement to the biggest noise, terror and death. I translate everything into music and that makes life far more beautiful and much easier. I’ve always done it because I love doing it.

There are a few like me, we even “speak” to each other using music without words.

ffff+F then to the friggin farts who think they know something. Difficult? I can be difficult but music never is, doesn’t matter how pissed off I can get. I find peace when I disappear into my fog. And the only challenge I accept in music in when another challenges me in music. NB the PEOPLE behind the music because music itself does not fight.

Examples of this kind of communication between people on the more known side is “Indian Love Call” and this same form existed in the old days in many places, where two true lovers will find each other over great distance when their voices harmonize. The same went even for war calls/trumpets/bugles, and the most present living form is probably the haka-haka of the All Blacks of Nieu Zealand before a rugby match. There are many forms of communicating in music.

KWAITO which became prominent in the later years in South Africa are acknowledged, yet it is probably the oldest form of communication. I imagine David who became King of Israel, when he was a young shepherd, warding off predators from his Father’s flocks. Imagine the sounds he used. And we learn from history that he was a true poet and sang his poems.

I do the same when I chase a specific predator, I speak its language. I’d growl and even storm to make sure the message is well understood. I’d get carried away talking to a bird, asking it questions, comforting it, go on a virtual journey in its song. (Maybe why some places have this kind of deja-vu feeling about it) I HEAR what someone says in music. Some performing artists are also excellent translators…. But even they are few. And when one can get a whole orchestra of them, well, that is magnificent, pure enjoyment. That is rare.

Oh well, maybe I should have pity on the old farts. To compose sounds/music is easy when you live it, breathe it, love it. You cannot learn this from a book. I only learn how to write my compositions and that is the easy part. Once I have the first few measures right, then I fly away. In the beginning it took me an average of ca 16hrs in total to get the basics of one piece while researching what gizmos and stuff I need to use for my digital orchestras. (probably have to take patience in using the word articulation but gizmo types much faster)

So then, up yours to the farce farts that even imagined that I accepted a difficult challenge. Duh.

I was inspired which brought stories back to me and then I only converted it into music, as I always did with things which I cannot easily speak with words. Music is my easiest language.

It took me far longer to write this in words than what it would have taken me to compose in sound. I composed a similar piece in sound a while back during a coffee break. Quite “Fugued” up as well. It took me less than 20 minutes. This writing took maybe two hours.

BECAUSE I’M PISSED OFF AND DOING IT WITHOUT SOUND