broken families
“Did you know how loud you were?”
“Oh. Yes.”
“I thought you did.”
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the continuing adventures of an improviser/guitarist:
being an unplanned collection of thoughts about the technical, social, pedagogical and practical dimensions of loosely idiomatic, sometimes experimental, mostly open, always traditional improvisation
“Did you know how loud you were?”
“Oh. Yes.”
“I thought you did.”
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Labels/Keywords: group, identity, interaction, listening, social, strategy, tradition
Is ‘exposure’ (the official currency of the arts) inherently inflationary?
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Labels/Keywords: social
The most boring man in the world plays the most boring music in the world on the most boring instrument. He does this, why, he does not know, but he does this for that is what he does.
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Labels/Keywords: audience, identity, instrument, social, solo
Four score and seven minutes after the soundcheck, as the technicians made final checks, and as the ensemble found their places on stage, in an event that would still be speculated upon for decades to come (freak hyper-energetic neutrinos? spontaneous human combustion? an act of god?), the musicians were lost leaving no trace but an afterimage in the retinae of the audiences’ eyes.
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