By Kevin Carrel Footer 20 DEC 2015 The blank white walls of the room are covered in illegible words. Totally. There is no spot that has not been written on. A madman’s ode. Covered in words like some cover their bodies in writhing tattoos, the walls are full of promise, cant, reproach. They make a…
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I am reminded of Facebook with everyone including myself expressing ourselves with words and now i see, trapping ourselves within whatever reality we have created for ourselves. Music can transcend all this and it can also be a chosen device to separate or divide. Rock vs classical music, for instance, instead of being like Duke Ellington: “it’s all music.”
“…I go to this high place where I am absolutely alone. The audience disappears, readers disappear. There is only a narrow path leading into the night. The path is bordered on both sides by precipices over which it would be very easy to fall. Only I don’t. I just take step after step as if it were the most natural thing in the world.” Kevin, you capture so accurately the experience of performing music. A couple weeks ago, after I had performed Beethoven’s pastoral symphony a friend asked me which part was my favorite, and I could not answer..I said that it was a continuum with no beginning or end…only the present moment, all the same. I like your description – you are inspiring me to take pen to paper…