Calendars and clocks are yet another thing that humans have devised or, more aptly said imagined up, to set the “world” into a line. Humans love forcing events into linear existence. Humans love to categorize and to even imagine capricious lines that are drawn through an arbitrary construct (time). Their craving for order and reason is obsessive. The ambience I just crammed loopingly into El Capistan also unfolds over so-called time and in a so-called linear fashion. I wonder sometimes since we all perceive (or vnímat, as they say in the ancient lands) time slightly differently if we also hear music differently. I suppose so, said the naked vůl sitting plucking away at his mechanical keyboard. Perhaps it is as we see events as a whole (for what is music but a jumbled set of events?) unfolding in a discreet or overlapping manner depending on our mental state and ability to concentrate.
Naturally, these thoughts were spawned from the turning of the solar “clock” last night. We walked aimlessly to Vyšehrad and watched exploding powder create color in the sky from multitudinous sources. I commented to my lovely Ivanečka that I am happy that there is no centralized firework site controlled by the nefarious state that sends up mesmerising signals in the form of colorful fire to brainwash the Czech folk into thinking that there is some defined line between 2025 and 2026 instead of a wholly imagined human construct that has little to do with “natural” reality. Instead, to my pleasure, we got rozmanité firework displays undertook by private individuals who possibly had equally as much intention as the “state” to brainwash the fine Czech folk into believing that there is some defined line between 2025 and 2026 with their elegantly aleatoric exploding powder extravaganzas.
A good “New Year”‘s resolution is to not sit or stand or run or jog or saunter or stumble around placing events into linear frameworks in my mind to “make sense” of the world. One form of bliss is the release from understanding that obsessing over rigidity is a precursor to general stress, unhappiness, destitution, death and pestilence. In the selfsame way, music should be touched by the concept, as well. One can blur linear forms into tiered and overlapping ideas. I’ve experimented with such things before, but I must admit that a great deal of my composing, though quite satisfactory to me in many ways, over the last epoch has resulted in pieces consisting of discrete parts tied together by melodic and harmonic ideas. Um, and also rhythmic ideas as rhythmic modulation has been tooting my muffin for quite some time now. This may involve bouts with polytonality given my penchant for modal composition. Fuck um.
El Capistan still spouts the ambient idea (taken from bits of Mouth of the Mammoth) I crammed into its maw before beginning to type. I jacked up the Wow & Flutter just now so it more quickly mangles itself into something unrecognizable and possibly even more pleasant. In fact, I think I’ll sample it into Herr James Burgess and further mangle it with the Morphagene. Oouh baby! What a way to start an imaginary human collection of events based loosely on the planet’s movement around the “sun”!
