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Music a good feeling

A year or so ago now I heard an interesting radio interview with the actor Martin Sheen, talking about music he says:

“I can not bare to stop when Mozart is on. So I continue driving till the end of the song.”

I know what this particular feeling is like when listening to a favourite artist and I am sure you the reader have experience this too. Music can give really good feelings, but it needs to run its full course.

My weekend exploits involved seeing a gig at the Fleche D'or on Friday which was cool, and following these good feelings the next day starting some compositions, and recordings with a friend and now music and creative partner as part of an obscure new artistic direction for myself and them. Time will tell, if such a concept is liked, but there is no reason for it not to be. I can hope then in several hundred years to be appreciated in the same way as Mozart living in a previous age could never have conceivably imagined. 

My Spirit

If my spirit where a cat it would patiently wait to jump from the fence to catch the pigeon swooping bye, and if my spirit was the pigeon it would at the right moment dart away from the lethal claws, with complete ease.

Awakened from deep sleep

There are moments when we can be totally surprised, at such time we laugh and enjoy the moment, embracing the absurdity and the unlikely nature of the event. It can be a moment of awakening or inspiration. Of the two most recent such events, the first one had me compose a song for the first time in 10 years, I was particularly happy with such achievement, the song to me after re-listening was average at best, but accomplishment much more pleasing. The second has let me tell you about the first and bring this blog entry into existence. It had not been a conscious decision to stop writing entries or drawing sketches, all though admittedly my art has taken a different route of late, it has just slowly arrived the hibernation of this blog, so following literary inspiration from an out of know where, not so unrealistic source, but a seemingly improbable scenario, I feel obliged to myself now and to perhaps you the reader to not let what I have started fade away and die (that being this blog), which is also an easy option it seems for me, decided by at this moment by my strongly controlling non consciousness. So I re-awaken  this blog, and thank very much these two moments of wonderful surprise I have had of late. 

Parc Monceau

Knowledge

How many generations to loose knowledge not written down. Does this come about for reasons to do with human historical archiving or a fundamental genetic impatience for guarding old information for long periods of time. How long in the future will my scientific discovery or work be forgotten and when will this work not be known and I will have to start all over again at a basic level. Does the process of cyclic human life times reflect our growing knowledge and then the total loss, and if it does, will a combined human race succeed in elevating this problem through multiplication to a level where the more we learn the more we are constantly loosing. Is the loss of information, that which is not store or guarded to be passed from generation to generation, just but a requirement of the necessary evolution to a high state of being and will this continue indefinitely?

Square Rene Viviani

Battle of the bands

Battle of the bands for the best spot in Paris. Corner of Cathedral St Germain Du Pres, opposite Le Deux Maggots, Old boys get kicked out of their usual place by young hipsters, playing louder more energetic but less cool music, trying to be cool with non-fashionable fashionable clothes and coloured sun glasses. Old boys band is playing 80 yards further down the street with no crowd. The place the old boys usually are and where the young ones have stollen is a corner of a street which means when a few people have stopped to watch no body can get past and it becomes a bottle neck. What they play is not a bad effort but the music is lacking a particular edge, like a stuck record with no structure/form.

Le parc des impressionnistes

Drawing your thoughts

What if we could use brain power to trick itself to write down the processes it makes and the connections in the brain, noting it continuously on paper. We would be able to map out our mind and could discover who we really are and what goes on in our brains and therefore what controls us.

Jardins du Luxembourg - statue

What can I say

It is tricky knowing how much to say, not wanting to give too much away, but also to get your thoughts and opinions across that are brewing or developing in your head.  The next challenge is to say it out loud exactly how you’ve got it stored in your head; the replication of it exactly in the words how you have thought of it. Finally and probably most challenging and often I find the most useless part of the whole scenario is that you have to get the person or parties to understand these words in exactly the way you believe them, and want them to sound. This may never work as it is evident that everyone has different associations with words you say, and language in general. It could be true that two people could share the same associations with some words; however it is unlikely that these words would be many. Therefore the level of words importance, the type of emotion captured and the reaction and consequences can vary significantly between two people. For these reasons maybe talking out loud and off the top of your head are potentially very risky and bad ideas. Despite this, spontaneity does offer the advantages of quickness and it provides realism and genuineness to a scenario, where any long delay might signify editing or thinking too hard, which would in sinew some form of grading and competition or value system added to a conversation or series of thoughts, finally spontaneity means you haven’t got time to get muddled in your head and say the wrong words.

I don’t know what is better, to understand your own head, or your own words, as my head and words tell me different things. I keep having to rely on my brain and hope that my words and speech come back to me like some re-awakening volcano.

Don’t fret too much because by the time someone has understood your words another person who has translated them differently has forgotten the beginning parts and in all this time anyway the song has certainly moved on. 

Parc de Bagatelle

Jardins de Reuilly

Pont de Puteaux

Ile de la Cité

Jardins Luxembourg

St Germain des Pres

Parc Monceau tree

Paris Etoile bench

Museé Rodin