tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881724.post116593355753351729..comments2023-07-16T07:19:37.848-04:00Comments on float: kStylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06722899143558375319noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881724.post-1165963028034089402006-12-12T17:37:00.000-05:002006-12-12T17:37:00.000-05:00Awesome. You're a rock star. Thanks.Awesome. You're a rock star. Thanks.kStylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06722899143558375319noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6881724.post-1165959704974357812006-12-12T16:41:00.000-05:002006-12-12T16:41:00.000-05:00Yes, music transports me. I haven't met any anima...Yes, music transports me. I haven't met any animals, but in the old days, when we did long jams, playing just one chord or a very simple progression for ten minutes or more, I would get lost in it. I can't describe it, but the longer it would go on, the more I would see in the patterns, the interplay of instruments and players, and the more meaning I would find in the same notes.<BR/><BR/>Most of my life, though, I have had to maintain a pretty precise structure in the music I've played. Even when I've played with much better musicians, I always seem to be the one who enforces the arrangement. This means I have to remember chords, words, melodies, harmonies, fingering positions, transitions, the actual <I>sounds</I> of the electronic instruments, who plays when and who "lays out" when, and of course the all-important ending. When there's an audience, somebody has to think about these things if you expect to get booked again.<BR/><BR/>With the frontal lobe so thoroughly engaged, the subconscious stays in the background. If I were just drumming or shaking a rattle, and there were no tune, and the arrangement was intentionally going nowhere, droning, then who knows? That said, I can still tell you that few experiences are so cathartic as playing loud rock'n'roll with a few like-minded friends for a couple of hours, with or without an audience. It has brought me back to life over and over. I hope I get to do it all the rest of my life.<BR/><BR/>There is a whole genre of music called "trance," which may have a transporting effect on listeners. I think the style is not simple or elementary - I think it is quite complex, which would seem to argue against my theory. But it's highly repetitive, created in advance, electronically, and allowed to drone for a long time. So when it's played there's nobody like me, worrying about the song and trying to hold everything together.<BR/><BR/>I am moved by the description of your beautiful experience, and a little perturbed that you won't spill the beans about the Earth Mother. In all these mystical experiences there is always something, some secret that I can't be let in on, and I can never figure it out for myself, either.<BR/><BR/>One final note: I have had hallucinations in the past, very real visions and sounds that couldn't have been actually happening, but surprisingly not completely unlike the visions of others. So I'm pretty sure that stuff is not "out there," but rather it is "in here," and the human mind, deep inside, shares more than we know with everyone.Larry Joneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13425250800667058263noreply@blogger.com