Composing can be like sex

August 22, 2006

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I just finished one of the Alarcón pieces and I feel spent. Y’know, like after sex. I’m sweaty, stinky, and need a nap. When I work, my heart rate elevates. I’m certain my eyes are fully dilated. I breath faster. I see nothing but what is before me. I get hot rushes all over my body. No, I don’t get an erection or have an orgasm, but when I play back the music when the piece is finished, I’m in ecstacy. I guess it’s related to the birthing process. It’s hot, hurts, is erotic, infuriating, and you feel really satisfied when it’s over.

Cigarette anyone?

[“Duel after a Masked Ball” by Gérome, Jean-Léon (1824-1904); oil on canvas]

{ 4 comments… read them below or add one }

Roger Bourland August 23, 2006 at 1:16 pm

For another opinion about blogging and sex, see my [otherwise mute on the subject] father’s post today. There’s Always Something”

Fairyboy69 August 23, 2006 at 2:52 pm

How about a cuddle instead of a cigarette?

By the way, your lessons are finally starting to rub off on me. This morning I found a print-out with a transcript of the lyrics for Rufus’ new song Sanssouci (I often print out new lyrics and carry them with me, usually in a book I’m reading, so that I can consult them whenever a thought strikes me) and was reading – and humming – through them. Suddenly I *saw* the structure, and what I had done wrong in grouping them before.

As for composing and sex, (pro)creation makes us feel good.

asha August 27, 2006 at 1:03 am

I couldn’t agree more.
As I say on my website, and to any and all unsuspecting listeners to my lectures: “Composing is a lot like making love. We’re trying to please ourselves. We’re hoping to please at least one other person. And, we are in fact, communicating. Passionately.

asha August 27, 2006 at 1:04 am

P.S.– interesting how you present your dear readers with a painting of death, for an essay about sex. Do we need to put you on the couch for this one??

🙂

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