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Date: 14-Dec-04 @ 07:11 PM Edit: 14-Dec-04 | 07:17 PM -
I'm Jonesin'...
Optofonik (AKA_Mick_Rhyze_etc.)
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All my studio gear is still in storage and my lappy's ability to run apps is still hobbled. Been this way ever since I landed in SoCal (a short walk from Doheny Beach to be exact). I'm Jonesin'.
I don't know how some people can ever give it up
completely, breaks from time to time are necessary (there is such a thing as a
whole life ya know) but surely once one starts making music there is no going back. I guess maybe its different for some folks, having been involved in music one way or the other since beginning grade school I've never known a life without it. Perhaps if music is something taken up in adolescence its not as integral so its easier to walk away from but it would seem to me that once a person has written their first real piece of music everything changes, especially if its the first time they've experienced the creative process. I read threads here and elsewhere about people selling all their gear, "packing it in for good", but am amazed at how they can live without it - how they can spend the rest of their life as if they never experienced the rush, the intensity, the base emotional experience of hearing something they've created, literally from thin air, that they are satisfied with and overjoyed by.
The first pensive motivic attempt at putting together a complete phrase, trying to breath life from nothingness into being is as transcendent as all the cliché's elude to. The initial turn of a knob to find that elusive frequency that you feel is resonating within, at that very moment, is an anathema - overtones from epochal creation. Another twist of the dial and first, secondary and tertiary harmonics interact at just the right place, aural alchemy - you're using real magic, convinced that this is a sound completely different than anything that's come before, a sound that spurns you on (the ego has its uses) until you finally feel that warm fuzzy satisfaction, "That space cadet glow", coming from the knowledge that you are really on to something. You
must continue. It begins to take on a life of it's own and now all you can do is listen trying to discern where
it wants to go - it really seems alive in some way, no longer yours, it has a will of its own and because you were its genesis you feel a responsibility to shepherd it through its maturation, its completion, its death. Letting go, time to move on, to yet again create - to create wave upon wave out of and moving though the thin air that surrounds. This is the stuff of life worth living.
Then, on the other hand, there's trance...
