and Music - MUSIC
Pieces - A Sampling
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tank is almost empty
Where is my match
and Music - MUSIC
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time I'm going
music, music words, rhythm beat,
word pieces - moods, moments
Elsa's word pieces, or ...
Elsa, moment by moment
a dozen years ago, I began to wake up with "word pieces" in my head.
A new thought might come in where none was supposed to come. The rhythm might change, where it was not supposed to.
At the beginning, I thought - oh, I will just let them come as they want to come, and then "fix" them later. "Fix" - turn them into conventional songs.
But they did not want to be fixed. They cried and screamed when I wanted to cut into them. They fell apart, became stiff and twisted, instead of feeling (to me, anyway) like something that was supposed to be what it was.
I gave up on "fixing" them. It felt like "fixing" a woman to make her fit the traditional mold. Better to break the mold, or let others conform to the mold if it suited them - but to go my own way with my own pieces. If some had a standard structure, fine. But if most didn't, that was fine too.
But what was I to do with them? I put ads in the local entertainment papers, did bits of things with a number of musicians, got together a group of women for a few others, but somehow there was no longterm fit and nothing quite came together completely.
Things were started but not completed. Grants were sought after but, over and over, went to others. People had their own lives and desires, and directions.
And, as often has happened in my life, it was hard for me to go on searching for the right fit. I got tired, kept on writing the pieces, but I did less and less, over the years, about trying to get them out into the world.
Also, life kind of took over - other directions, other issues.
AND NOW I AM BACK. THIS PROJECT IS MY CENTER - MY OWN, MY CHOSEN HOME.
One by one, the pieces will come onto the site, and I will figure out how to make things work, so they can take their place, these unconventional children of mine, children I am proud of, pleased with, hopeful for.
JUNE 6, 2006
There is a side thought I have had - it has to do with the Western understanding of "self-knowledge" versus the Buddhist understanding. In the Western way, one gains an ever more complete understanding of oneself as a person continuing over time, undergoing developments, with a continuity of being. So getting more and more self-knowledge tends to mean connecting with parts of oneself one has been cut off from, whether due to childhood trauma, an inadequate society, peer pressure, etc.
In the Buddhist way (as I have read about it, rather briefly), one is to gain, through meditation, glimpses of oneself, fragments of disconnected being. One is just to experience these glimpses into oneself, not connect them into a whole.
Why bring this up? Because when I read about the Buddhist understanding of self-experience, I thought of my word pieces - each of which tends to express a moment of being.
I have done the "Western" thing with these moments - put these fragments of being together into stories. They have quite naturally, for me, flowed from one into the next.
However, I have not wanted to tell the story. She said... They did... He went... Next what happened was... Then they went to a crowded restaurant ...
I wanted to let the moments stand as they are - and yet have not wanted them totally disconnected from one another.
One could say that I have found my own way of telling a story - moment by moment. And as well I have come to my own way of expressing my moments - through these word pieces.
As always, welcome into my world.
JUNE 6, 2006
I have tried, over and over, to call my word pieces, "spoken word pieces," because that's what pieces like these are commonly called. Okay, I say, they are spoken word pieces - but the term feels clumsy and clunky in my mouth, I think of shoes that don't fit right. The name for the pieces that feels natural to me is "word pieces" - for they are definitely pieces made of words.
They are not poems, as poems are usually taken to be now - pieces meant to be slowly enjoyed, the meanings delved into and gradually uncovered, and the deeper meanings elucidated only later still. No, my pieces are not that. At their best, they capture moments.
Nor do my pieces fit a traditional song format - though many have melodies and some are meant to be sung. But "songs"? I wouldn't mind calling many of them songs, but I've been told, over and over, about all the rules songs need to follow. Also, they are meant to work just as they are - no music - and songs usually don't.
That brings me back to word pieces. The term just feels right. A stubborn little voice inside me holds on to the term.
But there is something else that matters. If I put them on the web as word pieces, chances are no one will find them, no matter how much people might like the pieces if only they knew they were there. No one is looking for word pieces. It's like, for clothing, no one is looking for fabric pieces - they want jeans and t-shirts, sweatshirts, shorts.
What are people looking for? Many don't just want more of the traditional. So they put words into the search engines - words music, music words, alternative music artist, alternative artist, spoken word poetry, rap poetry, new. They don't know just what will come up - just like I don't know what to call these pieces, so people will come take a look.
Its not like jeans and t-shirts. It's something that doesn't quite fit anywhere, so far at least.
So I now have two words for the pieces - word pieces, and words music pieces. Words music pieces is actually better - for the pieces are made up of more than words. Words and music.
So, welcome to my world of word pieces/words music pieces.
JUNE 15, 2006
dozen years ago, I began to wake up
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