Being sexual and being musical
It occurs to me as I watch many musicians perform expressively, that this behavior might be perceived as a similar act to being erotic with one’s lover. The caress of a breast, the touch of a finger on a key; the approach of a kiss, raising your instrument high in the air and letting the melody go; the magic of entry is not so different from a musical modulation or arrival; the ebb and flow of one’s breath; the look of ecstasy on the face of a performer as they play; the interchange between musicians and lovers as they coordinate their next move; and the smile or devastation on our faces at the end. It’s a good idea IMHO to tap into this connection as a performer. No other art form can emulate love making quite so beautifully.
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i just read through quite a few of your posts and loved every one…all great reads and interesting the things you had to say.
i am so sorry about julia. my heart breaks for tiko’s loss of his best friend and love, as well as the loss for you and daniel…yes, too many – enough is enough!
felt the description of your most recent post right on and lyrical. it is something i have thought many times myself.
interesting new journey at UCLA and exciting news about your re-orchestration.
you go boy!
j