zeami https://youtu.be/sT5o99PARws video http://www.alansondheim.org/Zeami.jpg qin with terz guitar and chromatic harmonica one take; i played qin and terz together. qin and chromatic. i thought this can't be right but it was. there were four sections. i placed them linear and out of order. tonight i can't sleep. again nightmares. i won't use a comma. i want my people around. in the dream there was torture. i thought furious pain. i try to keep my lines neat. outside the club was screaming. i'll never use a comma again. things should come together awkward in acts of awkward self-assertion. i am a burden to my friends. i am marked with the wabi-sabi jewish star. this is my music. zeami is my teacher and i am no one's pupil. this music is hewn from wood under some slight tension. every string is a suspension bridge. that's why sometimes cars and trucks fall into the sea of sound. even the chromatic harp dances to the architecture of a pearwood body. there are almost no reviews and i stick to a ghetto of my own creation. the images are from no play. noh play of my own without script actor stage. without audience. what happened to the beautiful city not on a hill but in an imaginary of someone who was a founder almost five hundred years ago. what happened happens now. no equal distribution now. no hollow noh stage. no zeami. sound scraped from an inconceivable memory. city of rubble and compression. no place to make music here. no freedom. we record in debris. scrubland. we living among the living. we seethe. tendrils. we reproduce. the remnant music remains. memory, memory. and that comma ends it all. +++ _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list NetBehaviour@lists.netbehaviour.org https://lists.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
