aggression is an essential
characteristic of the avant-garde
the whole story de-evolved from the ego-centre
of the protagonist exploding the interface
forcing certain musical situations into cabaret
playing in straight rhythm but only
hitting notes part of the time
imposing paranoid disposition on blues-like music
focusing in on something that’s not really there
you think you’re hearing something?
a sequence of abortions
the so-called feedback-loop
Gould’s vacuum cleaner story
a totally out-of-control blues
a gradual loss of interest in the thing
i would rather not summarize what i’m doing
I’m probably a little more tired
hey, that’s an idea
make a very pregnant one
end it way before it gets there
maybe it was fractured all along!!!!
I find this material boring
isn’t that a little cliched?
the counterpoint is obviously NOT WORKING
do we still have hope for it?
a kind of “mambo”
this reverb is acted out physically
the swaying produces the blues feel
I knew just how Charles Ives must have felt
almost like playing on a synth
zoom in on a sound-mass
the romantic paradigm is essentially monolithic
is this a violent gesture?
remember MY father’s reaction
they ARE grotesque!!!
the final parameter of serialism
is physical impracticality
what’s the primal layer though?
if that’s the message, what’s left???
why do I like apocalyptical terrains?
we’re not told what will happen between them,
but it’s pretty bad
Cassavetes is about to get REAMED OUT by his wife.
ok, we have the storybook ending
the playwright has been fucked over
it went over wonderfully on the audience
in order to be creative, you have
to mutilate the work of others
dead ends are extremely inspiring
some fake, imaginary “other”
I wasn’t in the best frame of mind
the possibility for harmonic reconciliation
the idea is not to be clever
it had certain problems translating into reality
“unsound” counterpoint
a sicko waltz
i’m often on the floor, kneeling
three times the whole thing trips over itself
something has been lost in the transfer
lots of rag attitude
lightning in the background and spooky
mad scientist effects
you know they happened but WHAT HAPPENED???
you can hit stuff you had NO intention of playing
it always starts with a small deadline
Is my music too avant-garde?
…you have the helfgotts and the
goulds and the jarretts…
I’m being continuously short-changed
of any development
sometimes the body is disposed normally
a kind of carpal-tunnel, tennis-elbow music
that would be the next logical step
as it gradually gets older, fingers get a little tired
does this mimic a traditional process?
something could actually go TOO WELL
is he going to complain like keith jarrett?
does he require applause now?
all these things can be engineered
the lack of confidence is REAL!!!
we shouldn’t have this kind of image
in our living-rooms
in a concert hall, where things like this
aren’t supposed to happen
they ARE there, aren’t they?
the right hand is nothing but confusion
careless work or high revelation?
he plays well but, man!, with the WRONG technique
the piano is the most stationary of instruments, if one excepts the church organ
the chords played are just plain UGLY
the ladies morning musical club would be shocked
you need a kind of semiotic glue
i was lamenting about the fact that maybe the surface was TOO dissonant
call it fauré, call it sorabji
the boogie was deduced as if hiding behind a curtain
this sound mass is not of the Polish-school variety
channel them into a bigger and better counterpoint
you get a kind of involuntary stochastic distribution!
They say it affects the next note. OK!
no suffering, just experimentation
it never really worked in the first place
this whole thing is in really bad faith
they always bounce back to something
equally weird, but different
Mr. Don Music on a WHOLE other existential level
this is the most cardiovascular section
it’s impossible to play “pretty” standing up!
it’s almost a Zen thing…but why now?
it’s never clear why in fact this counterpoint
MUST exist you can tense up at will
i tried to maintain the academic side for
as long as I could
the tranquilizing drugs start to WEAR OFF??
something really bad just happened to the structure
this is great material, but not here
of no “contextual“ value whatsoever, in other words
totally unqualified for entrance
we’re at the end of a medicated séance
looking at the keys from the depression angle
it’s good when things go “in and out” that way,
rather than a one-way deterioration
still, the goal is to produce the counterpoint.
gestures fly everywhere.
it’s like Francis Bacon stating that the swastika
was there just to provide a color contrast
you think it’s over and then, “bang!”…another
visionary harmony
he can’t recover now, can he?
a few minutes ago it looked like curtains for this dude
with the grandmal seizures
even felt some sleep coming on as I was doing it
you’re not allowed to become remotivated
try to really get the romantic thing going
almost as if clarity is being avoided at all costs
they creep out and spook the whole texture
you’re de-evolved to practically nothing — UH-OH!!!
i thought later that this was a kind of “country music”
…really easy going
all alone, wanking off to the whirring
of his own fantasies
the dream has ended and you have to deal with that
life is one big seized-up MESS…no way out.