Sonic Revelations, Sonic Revolutions

While listening to the FYSP ipod on shuffle, “I am sitting in a room alone” came about. For some reason i began to fast forward through the song by way of holding down the “next track” button. It caused the song to fast forward in quick skips, and the time between these skips snowballed. The funny thing was, eventually the skips had no seams, it was one. It was still being fast forwarded but I couldn’t tell if I didn’t know I was listening. I just think that it was interesting.

I’ve recently been taking life as a song, and listening to all noises as if they were something that I objectively chose to play. Strangely things have pulse. The library today began to buzz together. There was literally rhythm during some moments, when all the babbling pooled together to create a type of song. Sighs, beeps, typing, small talk, shuffling, sneezes, laughter, feet tapping, the copy machine. Strangely all these things blended into one another. In my active listening my ears began to perk, when I’d hear something faint in the distance my ears would try to hone in on that sound. I never realized how much things reverberate, often I would stop paying attention to a sound as soon as my brain understood what the sound was trying to communicate to me, however noise continues far beyond the initial reaction that caused it. Echoes are amazing, and are absolutely everywhere, even if they only show up for a microscopic chunk of a second.

Don’t even get me started on trying to sleep. The hum of the radiator; immediately my mind makes a major third above the constant pitch of that, and I can’t turn it off. It’s fun to vocally improvise over the sound of a computer buzzing, or the trash truck reversing into the alley behind my dorm room. The Garbage truck is especially interesting. Not only does it succesfully wake me up every morning at six A.M., but when my mind begins to harmonize with it, the dopplar effect screws with me. But actually sounds awesome. I’ll sing a harmonic pitch above it, and then as the truck gets closer the sound will change into dissonance, and often again back into a separate harmony.

Often I think that in the music world, originality doesn’t matter. Every thought that is or will ever be is up there floating in the atmosphere, already created and alive. We as humans have the ability to tune into this and find something. Some of these ideas are easier to come by than others. When we allow ourselves to inhale everything, unfiltered, that is when we have the capacity gain meaning in music on a deeper level. I dont know if I have entered that place, I may find it soon, I may find it never, but hopefully i’m on my way.

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