 | Well here I am in my dotage (...ok, not quite yet) and energy is swirling about my music from the distant and recent past. To celebrate the January 19th, 2017 the vinyl re-release of 'Keyboard Fantasies' on the Invisible City Editions label, I wrote the following musing. They have published it on their site as a letter from me. This photo was taken around 1990. |
Musings on the Occasion of Keyboard Fantasies' Re-issue
The timing of things is quite beyond our ken, and yet it is said to be tied to our own karmic storehouse - the wonderful, the ordinary, and the not so great results of many past lives showing up here in this one. Okay, so that’s a perspective I share. I’m a practicing SGI Buddhist, chanting Nam Myoho Renge Kyo like so many millions of others around the globe. The longer I chant (currently going on forty-three years and counting) the more I understand this. And so, I consider it a great blessing that thirty years after producing this music, and still within my lifetime, this little recording has been found, and is being widely shared.
I have always felt that the music I write is sent to me via who knows where from who knows what. A few years ago I read an article by an astrophysicist who said that sound was the basic all pervading principal of the Universe, that it was emitting a tone constantly. What a thought. The Universe sings and we musicians /songwriters/composers/ creative beings of all kinds are able, based on our wonderful differences and life circumstances, to pick up the waves to which we are attuned. Most of my artist friends, no matter what their art form, feel that what they write, or paint, or tell or dance is sent to them in this same way. Perhaps it broadcasts all kinds of wavelengths, and somebody somewhere will pick up and convey a part of it for our human ears, eyes, and hearts. Waves conveying the painful cry of suffering, or the ecstatic sound of joy. Life as we know it.
So, the little bit of the wavelength that I caught back in 1985, I called Keyboard Fantasies. I had recently starting exploring computers to translate what I was hearing. Good thing too, because otherwise I probably wouldn’t have remembered a thing about it! My memory is famous, and not for remembering. In fact, when I revisit what I’ve translated, whether years ago or very recently, I can scarcely figure out how to play it even though I studied classical music from childhood on, and as a university student taking a Bachelor of Music degree. Interesting.
I thank you for liking this music enough to purchase it. I thank those of you who told me that you love it. From my perspective, you are loving a tiny bit of what the Universe was singing in that moment. Perhaps Love is essentially what made us, and of what we are essentially made. Who knows. It is a great and wonderful mystery.
Blessings, my friends. And again, thank you.
The timing of things is quite beyond our ken, and yet it is said to be tied to our own karmic storehouse - the wonderful, the ordinary, and the not so great results of many past lives showing up here in this one. Okay, so that’s a perspective I share. I’m a practicing SGI Buddhist, chanting Nam Myoho Renge Kyo like so many millions of others around the globe. The longer I chant (currently going on forty-three years and counting) the more I understand this. And so, I consider it a great blessing that thirty years after producing this music, and still within my lifetime, this little recording has been found, and is being widely shared.
I have always felt that the music I write is sent to me via who knows where from who knows what. A few years ago I read an article by an astrophysicist who said that sound was the basic all pervading principal of the Universe, that it was emitting a tone constantly. What a thought. The Universe sings and we musicians /songwriters/composers/ creative beings of all kinds are able, based on our wonderful differences and life circumstances, to pick up the waves to which we are attuned. Most of my artist friends, no matter what their art form, feel that what they write, or paint, or tell or dance is sent to them in this same way. Perhaps it broadcasts all kinds of wavelengths, and somebody somewhere will pick up and convey a part of it for our human ears, eyes, and hearts. Waves conveying the painful cry of suffering, or the ecstatic sound of joy. Life as we know it.
So, the little bit of the wavelength that I caught back in 1985, I called Keyboard Fantasies. I had recently starting exploring computers to translate what I was hearing. Good thing too, because otherwise I probably wouldn’t have remembered a thing about it! My memory is famous, and not for remembering. In fact, when I revisit what I’ve translated, whether years ago or very recently, I can scarcely figure out how to play it even though I studied classical music from childhood on, and as a university student taking a Bachelor of Music degree. Interesting.
I thank you for liking this music enough to purchase it. I thank those of you who told me that you love it. From my perspective, you are loving a tiny bit of what the Universe was singing in that moment. Perhaps Love is essentially what made us, and of what we are essentially made. Who knows. It is a great and wonderful mystery.
Blessings, my friends. And again, thank you.
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