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Intimacy…

The art of Music is one of intimacy.
Nothing more… nothing less…
It is two or more people agreeing to bare their souls… to go where the Music would have them go, regardless of the space they might be individually inhabiting at the moment.

Music is the willingness to open yourself to the vagaries of the unknown.
It’s the exploration of humanity, by those who are willing to do their searching publicly.
It’s the reaching into and touching of a place where only the rare few ever find their way.

It is me… allowing you… in.

I can count on one hand the people, including musicians, who’ve personally touched me there.
I do not here include lovers or significant others.
While there has been true and lasting love, for me it’s never come with that type of rapport.

I have not been that fortunate.

Nor have I been fortunate enough for most others to understand how music affects me.
For the overwhelming majority, I’m the eccentric, whose views on this and other subjects are listened to with weary patience, if not total incomprehension.

“Why is he so weird…?”

I am ‘weird’ because the universe has spoken to me… and I have heard it.
I am out of the norm, because Music continues to speak to me… and I listen.

Most do not hear the universe as it speaks.
Most do not hear Music’s entreaties…

“Oh… isn’t that music pretty…?”

Yes…
It is.
But have you altered your beliefs because of that beauty?
Has your life gone off in a completely unforeseen direction, for the sake of that tune?
Have you sold everything you possess, in exchange for what that song would give to you?

Then you have yet to truly hear it…

And I grew weary of the betrayals…

EJ Liederstein

 

A partial response to the question of why he no longer performed as a musician…

 

 

 

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  1. I think I can relate to your message here. Someone asked me why my musical tastes were so divergent (he thought my playlist was some sort of mutation of a cluttered mind). I told him that every song he saw there had its own distinct, personal meaning to me.

    He didn’t believe me.

    And….I didn’t care.

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    • It’s more complicated than that, actually…
      To have a favorite playlist of music that speaks to you deep inside is one thing…
      And you’re right not to care if someone “gets” it…
      But to enter into a creative relationship, to have that deep part of yourself exposed to another person, who’s supposed to be on the same page as you are…
      To attempt to together create something new – musically speaking – to attempt to show the world where they’ve been going wrong all this time…
      That’s a level of intimacy I don’t know if I’ll ever have the courage to once more permit someone so near.

      And it extends to all creative areas of life.
      To have someone tear up a photo I took of them – not because the photo was poorly executed, but because they “didn’t like the way they looked in it” – was a level of betrayal I’d never felt before… especially since the person had requested the session to begin with…
      They had taken my creative energy, and destroyed it… out of their own personal vanity…

      How to explain what music from the aspect of a creative feels like…

      Have you ever turned a corner, around a building, and been presented with a view so unexpected, so breath-taking, that you physically gasp with surprise?
      Have you ever been so touched by the human spirit of certain people that you begin to weep openly?

      Now internalize that.
      Stop whatever you’re doing, because the collection of sounds coming from the radio is constructed in such a way that you simply have to stop anything else.
      This sound is now the most important thing in your world.

      And NOW add in the fact that you’re one of the ones creating but a part of the sound.
      And you hear what you’re contributing.
      And you hear what the next person is contributing.
      And the next person… and the next…

      And then the composer does something so astounding, so unexpected, that you internally gasp, you’re spiritually stunned by his choice of that chord progression…

      And now you have to make a decision…
      Because the other people around you just don’t see it in the same way.
      They’re content to perform the piece just any old way the (all too human, with all the shortcomings we all have) ding dang idiot conductor feels like taking it.
      In spite of the abundantly clear instructions left by the original creator of the piece.

      It became too important to me.
      The truth of the music was right there, out in the open, for all to see.

      Only no one else seemed to care.
      … and there was outrage all around me…
      If there is truth in beauty, and beauty in truth, then the beauty being practiced all around me was nothing but lies…

      But that’s just a theory…
      I could be wrong…

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        • Ah, well…
          Don’t listen to me too closely…
          Been trying to figure out how to write about music, in a way that someone might understand without having been a musician, for quite some time now…
          Don’t know that I’m getting any closer, quite honestly…

          Mind if I practice on you once in an occasional while…?
          🎼???

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          • Thank you very much…
            I’ll try to keep it down to sparse post or two every now and then…
            Nothing worse than someone who goes on and on about something others don’t care about.
            😉

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          • Well, that is an interesting perspective on blogging. I find myself suddenly self-conscious, wondering if you’ve secretly had these negative thoughts about my blog. *shudder*

            Ouch.

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          • Well, now, that remark wasn’t aimed at anyone, except myself.
            I’m continually amazed that anyone finds the stuff that spews from my brain of any interest, what-so-ever…
            The last thing I want to do is start driving people away…
            And if you find anything I say a little too close for comfort, for God’s sake, say so…
            It’s not like I attach much importance to anything I say, to begin with…
            🤡

            Sing along with me…
            🎤
            “I’m just a clown, I am only a clown.
            Trying hard to erase those frowns…”
            🎺

            If I had negative thoughts about your blog, I wouldn’t have followed you.
            And I wouldn’t respond beyond the perfunctory…

            You stop that…
            Stop that right now!!!

            If you are going to read things which were never intended into my words, I will give you such a look!!!
            😡

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          • Oh dear…
            The best laid plans, and all that…
            Now I’m the one feeling self-conscious.

            My comment was directed only at my own propensity for blabbering on and on.
            I harbor no ill thoughts about anyone’s blog… how could I? I don’t know what they’re going through.
            (Okay, well, maybe one blog…)

            Surely you’ve detected the vein of self-deprecation running throughout my writing…
            (“I haven’t noticed it… and stop calling me Shirley…”)

            I never mean to give offense…

            I think I’ll just stop there, and mosey on off into the blogging sunset…

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