Its amazing how time flies. Yes, its something we've heard over and over from many teachers, historians, and great grandparents. But... when you whole heartedly experience that feeling of loss and gain all at the same time. It makes your heart sink. Its not a negative feeling...Well, at least the one i'm experiencing now.
It was instigated by a proposal for KU's "new music" ensemble. I received an email this morning and saw that they were going to be auditioning for a performance for John Zorn's Cobra. It hit me with excitement because it was something that my friends used to perform annually when I was a starving artist in West Philly. It started with me searching for possible old videos of us performing it in YouTube. Instead, I found videos of people I used to rub elbows with/attend their concerts/be a part of their creative circle. Anyway, so as I'm reminiscing trying to snoop into the musicians of my past; I find a myspace page. Their streaming music player. Their first track. and this one....brought me waaaaaay back. Yep, In my mind I saw myself at 18, carrying my 4 octave kelon marimba through downtown Manhattan searching for The Stone (One of John Zorn's music venues for creative music). I used to have routine gigs in NYC with these musicians because I was the only improvising marimba player around, as well as the youngest. And to think, its been nearly 2 years since I've seen any creative music.
In no way is this post try to be chauvinistic. It just gets that I'm studying something that I love, but its purpose will eventually be serving something very very different. My teacher once said, "they don't teach music in music school. They teach the technique and discipline to develop it."
My goal is to be intimate in my music making.
buh.
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