yellow road again
he must go into river
yellow road again
he must go it’s his time
I saw him looking back and smiling

Improvisation with melodica, contact microphone and voice.

Trying a new set up using my melodica and recording my voice. Lots of delay helps build up intensity. Do I need to rely on this? I like delay.
Reflecting an urgent desire to build a new live performance and share more vulnerability. I want to medium of my performance to reflect the values of the music. Which requires presence and submitting. Live textures, voice, mistake. I am learning to sing and it is becoming a therapeutic practice.
It moved in a direction yesterday when I used the melodica to form a drone. This is very exciting. A single tone drone, or chordal drone, creates a strong vertical presence, in which I can make other sounds meander in and out. This feels like a turn away from my music project Boy Lucid, which majorly relies on horizontal story telling. I need to move towards a non-linear looping improvisation mode to feel grounded by my practice, rather than unhinged from the feet all the way up by repeated listening to printed sound.
The contact microphone acts as a tiny percussive instrument. Rubbing my finger against it sounds like walking. So many new conceptual pathways open up in this potential method of performance.
Field recording is a going out, experiencing, playing back: repeating this experience in a new form to build worlds. Optimistically it could be a collaboration. Darker notes swim beneath. I feel strongly this pull towards connective experiences with my environment. It feels important to practice my awareness for connection: a daily practice and dedication to arriving into the body and the sensations. To practice outward gazing, imagining beyond the desire to suffer in the self. I will risk pointing a direction for this music: to act as a space of grounding, slowing, grieving, observing beautiful worlds. We often don’t make time for this. I’m wondering, how much do I need to guide these practices, such as creating formal activities of walking, and witnessing that I may channel into my music?
Imagining beyond the end of progress; beyond the sublime virtuality that pretends an exit map. Back to the dirty ruins!