ernandez R -> "...aspect of flamenco that’s inventive..." from SFaulk (Jan. 4 2021 23:58:13)
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Read this from SF on another thread: "...I’m interested in the aspect of flamenco that’s inventive structurally or compositionally in the way it differs from classical music; flamenco is large part based on creating an individual voice within a set structure, classical music is based on ( at this time in history and in general) playing music that’s through composed from start to finish..." Found this interesting, extracted from its original context of course, because I feel different modes of music, mode in a broad sense of the word, are innately fundamental to each perhaps akin to a genetic memory? I found over and over that certain Arabic , Flamenco, Spanish, and Carib rhythms and tone intervals flip a switch in my head that resonates in a way that Bach and Zeppelin never had. Not sure I have words to describe this effect properly. I recall once in my youth ingesting a certain fungus and experiencing visual cues almost exactly as depicted in Aztec art, of course no telling what came first, of course I had seen Aztec art so as a study my hypothesis is flawed. During another experience, don't get the idea a was some kind of shroom head ;) , I sat down to play a Clasical piece I had been working on, I'm all squared up, foot stool, music stand a sheet music, metranome, at some point it become obvious it was so riged and structured, sometime during the experience I kicked back, slouched down and started jamming on a blues scale and suddenly felt free. The contrast stayed with me and my perception of what made one flow mentally verses being trapped or rather constrained become a key point in how I judged many aspects of my life. Some traps are wonderful and life would be freighting without them; and lonely. So, the other day my shop minion explained how a music major buddy of his was sitting before his professor with his chello in hand, the prof asked if he had memorized the music and guy says yes, prof askes what is the third note of the fifth measure, and of course guy says I don't know. Prof says, then you really haven't memorized the music. I thought about this for a couple of days, pulled out a simple piece of music I was working on before the moose got me, four monthes cochbound but the drugs made it imposable for me to use it. Anyway I sat down and told myself I was going to memorize this one page piece of music, the dreaded Petenera... So, here is a piece quasi-flamenco, the music that resonates in my mind but in a structure I find confining. In the end I am a human with a mind, traps we all make in our mind; I think I'll take this trap apart, see what makes it tick, turn it into a metronome if I must, rebuild it into music, then make it mine, a note here, a cord there... The timer went off a bit ago, time to get my foot out of this cooling epsom salt water, gear up and head out to the shop where my munuca and wood await! HR
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