First outdoor improvisation.
Sitting on a bench for one, facing Burgess park’s pond. The geese swam towards me as I started to play the melodica, then they slowly exited the pond near my feet, off away. The practice seems to perform a protagonist observer, and the offerings of melody being rejected is a funny situation.
After ten minutes I fall into a lovely trance, playing outside. I am not imagining channeling anything, immersed. Out of the little head. This is a different medium to producing digital linear music inside. I feel more livened rather than scattered. More melting rather than contracting. How funny that both mediums create interesting results. My digital DAW is much more practiced, there is a stronger portal there. But right now it turns me off, the idea of listening to something again and again, gathering and freezing time.
A dialogue between both mediums: the base for this composition was recorded outside, then I came back to the laptop, the studio, to add layers, revisiting and rewriting the memory. Off the grid.
Something to follow is prolonged disengagement with virtual communications, as a method to enhance spatial connectivity and cerebral intensity. Turning off my phone and going for a walk. Does the internet not increase cerebral intensity? Acceleration contracts feeling into a shallow basin with wheels. It’s only the head on wheels, a brain on little legs running.
To slow down may not be serene and vibratory, it might also be thick mediocrity. Today my eyes and lungs are tired yet I refuse the temporary healing that stress brings, I’m in it for the long haul.