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posted by jm at 3:30 PM
Friday, June 22, 2007
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- Name: jm
I am a brilliant creation of the universe formed from the cosmic protoplasm sailing into eternity. I have two hands, two feet, a couple of great ears, and I'm clipping through life at a moderate pace; minding my p*s and q*s, crossing my t*s, dotting every i.
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Or perhaps we could just cater- Kadimiros the Uranian chef.
That chef. As Uranian as it gets. Who on earth knows where in the universe he's cooking now?
My Venus-Uranus never seriously asks.
While i was traveling i read a newspaper article about cloth of invisibility. Copper, jm, was embedded in the fiber to render what it enfolded invisible to heat sensors. Or something...When i gather my wits, hopefully soon i will go track it down. Did you happen across such an article?
Of course it made me think of copper-lined boxes.
No I did not and my antennae are wiggling like mad.
I will be back shortly and search my memory. I recall mention of an odd characteristic of copper concerning heat and why it's used for heat conduction.
I think I told you about the copper sequined tube top I recently found and recognized the portent. It replaces one I lost long ago due to stretch, a problem with age.:)
I'm going to give this a lot of thought in the next couple of hours in terms of conductivity and the connection we were talking about at Raging Uni. The invisibility, the heat, and the line to the collective retaining the integrity of self. Could the boxes hold the key to this lifeline?
Don't gather all your wits!!
Some need to be unreined to keep picking up these great unusual facts.
OK, maybe not gather wits, it's fatigue deeper than any i've known since the birth of my son.
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I have always felt that the keys were hiding in plain sight we simply cannot see them.
Somewhat like this; native language of the NW coast has some vocalizations that if not learned before a very young age (before one speaks)become inaccessible. No matter how much a grandmother tries to offer the sound it cannot be heard. New language has grown to approximate the sound. It makes me wonder how much we do not sense because the early imprinting failed to happen. I know that i see things others do not and that makes me just as curious. Why?
We touched on this once in a discussion of psychedelic drugs as a way to stimulate lost, broken paths.
Perhaps, a small chance there.
Plant kindred seem more distant.
My own sense of it that the animals remember, and it is from them we will learn.
Little things. Sitting on RC's porch steps i watched a bee, tasting a Rhododendron, so lovely in the afternoon shadow, i could not resist, broke off conversation to greet him. I told him how delighted i was to see him opened my hand and over he flew to alight upon it. A thrill of some great yearning expanded inside of me. And then the moment was over. There is a universal language, of this i am certain.
How wonderful tseka. The bee. I love communicating with insects. You needed this. A moment in another dimension, with touch.
Interesting that you compare the fatigue to the birth of your son.
Pluto(birth/death) conjunct your Sun(son).
Copper is resistant to corrosion, that is, it will not rust. If the air around it often is damp, it will change from its usual reddish orange color to reddish-brown. Eventually, it is coated with a green film called a "patina" that stops all further corrosion.
Be back in a minute on the rest.
It's an amzing thing that just happenend in your life. It must be a crossroads, or a bridge.
It makes me wonder how much we do not sense because the early imprinting failed to happen. I know that i see things others do not and that makes me just as curious. Why?
All artists are this way. I don't think they closed up like the others and were destined for a different life. They suffer in a different way because of it. As if they are speaking this early language and not being heard or understood in the present. Speaking too many languages, none connected to place. That's why art and music are so universally understood when they are.
There is only one person now in my life who understands the patois of my music. She is an artist. It has nothing to do with the details. I can play anything for her. She hears differently.
In Calcutta, I played and sang for the villagers and they thought God was speaking through me. I was singing in English. I'll never forget this as they nodded to one another with knowing smiles. What a moment.
How could everyone manage in the mundane if they stayed sensitive to all these impressions? There is probably sound reason why the early imprinting is cut off, and saved for the few.
I've always been frightened by my extraperception as well as thrilled. I can barely believe what I see sometimes let alone communicate it. But we are singled out for reasons and are capable of handling it.
It's the copper conduits, the invisible fibers, I think I need now.
I sense some new things in you now.
A relaxation deep in your protoplasm. maybe this is the birth fatigue.
A new courage.
A new freedom.
It has yet to settle in your bones. My Pluto transits are settling and still unfolding at the same time. The Moon seems to be calming down.
We both have Sagittarian personas and the appetite for experience is huge. The need to break confines.
I wasn't a Jimi Hendrix fan but he, as a quintessential Sagittarian, said it well in the line, 'scuse me while I kiss the sky. He meant it.
That's how far reaching the Sagittarian desire goes and they will do anything to break free and experience all they can magnitudewise. Positive and negative are moot. It's all one. Like giants they are.
Not for the faint.
We touched on this once in a discussion of psychedelic drugs as a way to stimulate lost, broken paths.
Perhaps, a small chance there.
Plant kindred seem more distant.
This fascinates me. The receptors we have for this. Can you imagine a plant bringing spiritual knowledge? It's incredible. Absolutely incredible.
I sense some new things in you now.
A relaxation deep in your protoplasm. maybe this is the birth fatigue.
A new courage.
A new freedom
i hope you are right.
At the moment i feel like flying under the radar, not my usual. The demands have been too much.
Hendrix -'scuse me while i kiss the sky" completely totally get that. My mantra running around in my mind since childhood - i open my heart to the sky.
The cloak of invisibility appeals right now. interesting comment on the pluto /sun i was thinking it had much to do with saturn on my Pluto in the 6th.
I am curious about this; during your pluto transits did you feel as if you were a lightning rod? Or perhaps a flag was waving from you attracting attention? There is this sense of exposure, hard to explain. Some positive, often not. I used to walk around much more anonymously.
I have been thinking about the negative reactions to your words that i observed and could never understand. Often from women. It has been an issue in my own life.
Something is changing there. Everything is more exposed and in the open.
A different kind of clarity which sees the pattern and does not need to understand on "their" level just passes on without engagment.
Deep weariness is a good thing to give into. You need recovery time. This was an ordeal, hopefully the last for awhile.
I am amazed and moved by your involvement in life, your strength, and your larger than life comprehension that sees the reasons and connections. Your great sense of purpose. You help me tremendously without even trying.
A different kind of clarity which sees the pattern and does not need to understand on "their" level just passes on without engagment.
I love it.
You know. The lightning rod. This is exactly what's happened and I didn't even realize it. It's taken me by surprise, this loss of anonymity. You are so right.
And this. Help me with it. You are so right again.
I have been thinking about the negative reactions to your words that i observed and could never understand. Often from women. It has been an issue in my own life.
Something is changing there. Everything is more exposed and in the open.
Absolutely. Why?
I've always liked men better and I thought maybe this was connected to the Pluto to my Moon getting me to embrace women. Why do they overreact?
But what you just said might have clarified the whole damn thing. Maybe it's OK to not go overboard with love for women. "See it and pass on without engagement. Not to understand on their level."
This is stunning. In the last few days I've come to this conclusion.
How perfect.
Still would like to hear your ideas on why. How it's been in your life.
Important. I think most women artists identify with the animus. The creative. Yang.
This is great. I'm getting it. The fears around this identification might be the culprit. Some guilt about rejecting the anima. When it's done properly, the nonengagement will be there.
This is fabuloso.
It's everywhere in history. Female writers took male pennames, supposedly to get published, but I'd bet it's more than that.
Btw, the artist I mentioned above. A fascinating blend. An intellectual raised in Morocco. Alienated from her mother. She seems to prefer men and she rejected me entirely at first. Then we started an intense intellectual communication and we both were engaged. After she fell in love with my music, she turned completely.
She also is married and closely allied with her husband in their joint creative venture in the new art scene.
OMG this is so good, you add and clarify.
Yes, it seems to have something to do with power we assign to men or males. This was part of the conversation last night. Tho my woman friend had her own ideas from a more psychological point of view.
Consider this, a composite of some men i know who are very dear to me. Creative, independent. They often have two separate aspects to their lives.
They hang with the group, have many women, all the past lovers adore them, protect them. There is superficiality and they (the men) know it. They can remain in the group because women decide. There may be all sort of jealousies and deceptions but they all agree to it.
Then there is this other part of these men. The seeking fearless creative yearning carries them into my realm. I tho am not allowed to be known to the group. The men protect me on a certain level for they know that i would be victimized. This is fairly recent knowledge that these men have revealed to me.
The trust and comfort in friendship would not be allowed. Now i have been thinking about this quite a bit. I do not really like to be an unwitting secret. Got to love Pluto.
I listened to your story of your incredible life with your beloved, unusual. Yet makes perfect sense. And i bet that some felt threatened by that relationship. It isn't just that it was unusual, but that the independence and sharing was operating by different laws.
There is caution too that must be exercised as women are often the gatekeepers for our venues.
I had an agent who placed a lot of my work in corporations. He used to think it quite amusing that the client was often surprised and somewhat disappointed to learn that these large and powerful paintings were done by a woman. I did not find this amusing at all.
Your Moroccan friend sounds like a wonderful jewel.
This is amazing. Tonight. a big moment of clarity.
The seeking fearless creative yearning carries them into my realm. I tho am not allowed to be known to the group. The men protect me on a certain level for they know that i would be victimized. This is fairly recent knowledge that these men have revealed to me.
My god.
Your NN too. People will be there to serve your greater purposes. Protection without interference. After this Sun transit, you won't need so much.
It isn't just that it was unusual, but that the independence and sharing was operating by different laws.
They called us the most together-apart couple they'd ever known. We were entirely free from gender role playing. He knew he was not destined for success, but believed that I was. Sometimes I even felt he got out of my way with his death. He was ready, of course. But all along my destiny as an artist superceded.
The moment he died I felt his performance skill, his genius enter my cells. His gift to me. I became my own man at that point.
Translating this to my work has been the struggle.
Now that I think about it, a lot of our quarrels probably had to do with this female gameswomanship that would not serve me well.
I love it. The largeness of the paintings.
It has to start with us. It's not at all like corporate women, or any of that. An artist is projecting something unknown. This takes guts, aggression, and power.
know this is it. Thank you dear friend. The anima. It's exactly what I've been struggling with in my artistic path just now. A teeny tiny bit of rejection. Nothing wrong with it. Just needs to stay down for the propulsion into the world part coming up. I want to go in with might and strength.
I think the next phase has begun.
I'm taking this idea of nonengagement entirely into my system. I'm bored completely with this gender wrestling match.
God, I know exactly what you're talking about with the men and the group and it's been on my mind. A sort of low level interaction, sleazy even, superficial, yes, dishonest, impure, etc. How will we navigate?
We just will.
I'm stunned tonight. the new no-nonsense tone. the visceral awareness of what's ahead.
There's been a lot of preparation. Pluto to my Mars next and to your Aries Jupiter will do the trick.
Nonengagement is a beautiful beautiful name for it.
Thank you.
This will work.
hi. planned to leave some black licorice sticks for an entree, but the fact is, i've been ill. boohoo. (up now with a bit of crackers and cheese and seven-up. fingers crossed.) it looks like the conversation replaced the food, anyway. :-)
am not altogether sure i can use the same words you both have been using, but i totally get the thoughts and could write at too long a length about all of this. bottom line, it's why i let aries have her head and go off alone, she doesn't seen to be one that is easily accepted in a group environment.
my anonymity is extremely important to me. my art is something i've protected since the beginning, it has not been offered to settings that i didn't vet completely beforehand. but once it's out there, in print, it's no longer mine, and if it chaffs or chips or makes a scratch, i'm not there to see it happen or to explain.
i've missed you both. i'm not a good sick person. i whine.
sige
i was given a chance to interview a person i admire, but because of the people around the event, women i didn't trust, and an entire set-up that i didn't trust, i said no.
even my ego didn't want to play. that's saying a lot.
sige
birdwoman is thinking about her cloak of feathers. she knows the moon is iron, and that bits of metal in her cloak are a given, but she didn't think about using copper threads to help her pass through those villages where its better for her if she's mostly unseen and unknown. she loves copper in both its colors, so that is also very appealing. hmmm. she's thinking it's time to pull out the scraps and start cutting some ribbons of copper. with jm's permission, she'll set them somewhere here.
am thinking (and yes, a cup of java has made it down and so, far, stayed down) about these ideas, especially after reading at RU.
Both of you have your work on-line, something I've not wanted to do, mainly I think, because I don't want to have to interact with anyone about what I've said *and* I'm not in the market (yet, that time will come! hopefully soon) to sell the work. JM's work here is, by its very nature, interactive and even draws people (like me) who have no grounding in astrology. So, for JM, interacting is part of the process. That is something I admire you for, JM, in ways I can't find words to express.
The whole "insider/outsider" meme was something I was exploring before 9/11, and of course, 9/11 brought it all home. Joseph Campbell talks about this also.
I find the blogpshere interesting in that it seems one of the most frequently chosen roles to play is that of gatekeeper. In other words, there seems to always be someone there with their sword drawn, ready to lope of the limb of anyone who strays outside the norm of whatever IS the norm that particular waterhole.
My question has been, why the gatekeeper? Why the sword? What is the draw to that role? Why the need to protect the status quo? Our we all so tribal, still? What of those who have, to the best of their ability, cut their tribal ties?
am rambling. will stop here, promise. @;-)
God, I know exactly what you're talking about with the men and the group and it's been on my mind. A sort of low level interaction, sleazy even, superficial, yes, dishonest, impure, etc. How will we navigate?
We just will.
yes! Sometimes i grieve over this, the loss of integrity. Or is it? Are they just blazing a path the best way they know how? Perhaps our generation is just a stone in the creek for the big leap to the other shore. I am closely watching my son and a few of his friends. Perhaps once the opposite side is reached it won't be so slippery in the center.
Actually my son and his friends say that women such as we have already made the leap and thank us that they don't have to participate as their fathers.
Maybe.
When you spoke of your belief that it isn't the patriarchy that is defining us but a sort of feminine influence i was agreeing.
This has been my search for the past few years in the myths and stories of our ancestors. Looking for clues to the Tomte. The lost feminine aspect of men. Women i know who discover the masculine within operate in an androgenous way, just as you describe your relationship. The men i know who have this deep connection to the feminine seem to use that gift in sexual games....at the root of this i believe it is the responsibility of women to be more clear about the power of the anima, the breath of the persona. I think we have been guarding this for long enough. For good reason. Time, now to open that copper-lined box.
How odd sige, when i read the comments this morning yours were not up and then voila they appeared after i posted.
I hope you are feeling much much better as the day grows warmer. I love reading your thoughts. I know very little about astrology either, but common threads illuminate.
More sleep, a little more food, another liter of h20. I might be coming around!
All I know is this: I only trust a few, and they own their dual, even multiple, selves.
Coming back here last year, interacting with my old writing group, which had a new influx of women from "The City," was fascinating. I was mostly hated, mainly for my familiarity with The Prof and for being one of the "early ones." One women had the good sense to figure out that I was one of the editors for the poetry review they were all submitting to, and she made her best effort to bring me into her fold, and oh by the way, bring your husband and the Prof and his wife too. It cracked me up to be seduced so openly.
It was a good thing for me when I finally left the group to go back to work. In many respects, most respects, actually I wasn't missed.
So I come here to Jazzrap, basically. My husband, The Prof, his family, daughter, and that's it. No one else knows I'm an artist and in so very many ways, I'm happy about that.
Now I move to a liberal city, chock -full of writers and activists. Will I engage? The big question. I dunno, I like it here. I like the invisibility and yet am known here, am fed here, and hope I add to the plate.
Femn and Masc. The joining of the two... the Gospel of Thomas also speaks to this. It's coming, we're still early, I think.
I gotta figure how how to post other than as anonymous!!! ?!
Joe! my god come speak with us. I am certain you have much to add. I remember your response to the old friend, a woman who is ill, she came to visit with intent to manipulate - and you saw, clearly pointed out that this was not her path to healing nor yours as a healer to enable such behavior. I think you know very much about the Tomte, the greenman, the wholebeing man.
Yes, please, Joe, add!
Sorry if I'm posting too much, JM. I guess it's the forced non-activity while this odd illness passes and I contemplate the changes ahead.
I think so much depends on the word "you." How deep one allows the word to penetrate, how much power one gives to another with its use.
Walt Whitman, the poet, "I am large, I contain multitudes" speaks to me. 'You' is just a part of me, as it is you, and you, and you and you.
I seek neither to heal nor be healed, except in extreme cases, when I whine, my stomach hurts, rub my head, come sleep with me and purr. The grave exhaustion spoken of earlier, when it is obvious to anyone with sight that a wounded healer has wandered in for a rest and a cool drink and the comforting sound of music, or drums, on low. JM's whispering wine glass, the hum of the bee.
Teachers gathered, no one student, everyone student. With respect to the House where we're gathered, of course. Because we are gathered in art. This isn't a normal blog-o-blog. It is a momentary vision made manifest. We, in the comments, are the ribbons that trail.
The House is no less than a place of transformation and we in the House are in that process and even more importantly, we are aware of being in that process. We are the mandala. Since first coming here, I have thought this. JM provides the circle, the insight, the topic, the symbols, the language and so much more I don't understand, and then we add our bits of colored sand.
That is how I see this place. ~~sige
And it has nearly been a year since I found you all. Oh, so much healing I needed then. I remember all the warmth and comfort and fellowship and sense of belonging. So much so that I still return, even when silent, just to scoop a bit of the sacred waters. ~sige
Sige your comments are wonderful.
my art is something i've protected since the beginning, it has not been offered to settings that i didn't vet completely beforehand. but once it's out there, in print, it's no longer mine, and if it chaffs or chips or makes a scratch, i'm not there to see it happen or to explain.
Very important lesson for me.
Nurse your ills as you go, sige, is my philosophy.:-)
Tseka, this is all incredible, and I hope you're sitting down when I tell you my dream last night.
When you spoke of your belief that it isn't the patriarchy that is defining us but a sort of feminine influence i was agreeing.
Omg, is this important. Women do define us. I find men easy to please, and women have a divorced concept of their animus, and herein is the key. There is no monolithic patriarchy determing destiny in the end. It all changes. The male is within each one. It determines the selection of our parents when we incarnate.
This is so important. It's a way out, laziness, for women to blame the patriarchy.
The men i know who have this deep connection to the feminine seem to use that gift in sexual games....at the root of this i believe it is the responsibility of women to be more clear about the power of the anima, the breath of the persona. I think we have been guarding this for long enough. For good reason. Time, now to open that copper-lined box.
I've found that men who touch the anima are amazing sometimes. I've seen it in male musicians who are the most sensitive, the most feeling. The poets, the filmmakers, especially.
They need to find it themselves, like we need to know the animus. The more we do, the better it looks and becomes more attractive to the opposite, for the goodness, the strength, the equality. We can guide one another instead of always battling.
The copper lined boxes? Last night I dreamt. My mother's old letters were in a box. I left them to be discarded. Then someone said, "but take them, they are your mothers". I said, "but I can't read her handwriting".
I took them.
Time to open the lined boxes and yes, sige, as many copper threads as you care to distribute.
Now I move to a liberal city, chock -full of writers and activists. Will I engage? The big question.
Yes.
I think so much depends on the word "you." How deep one allows the word to penetrate, how much power one gives to another with its use.
Yes.
This isn't a normal blog-o-blog. It is a momentary vision made manifest. We, in the comments, are the ribbons that trail.
Beautiful.
Are we all so tribal, still?
Yes.
What of those who have, to the best of their ability, cut their tribal ties?
You will be rewarded. These are your nodes. Explains it all. Not technical.
SN in Cancer
NN in Capricorn
Feels like home around here.
To post with your name, you just create a google account. There should be a place to click for that on the bottom.
If you want to use a different name after you've created it, when you comment it will give you that option.
...thank you...
Yeeeaaayyyy!!!!!!!!
In the blue!
Earlier today as i was setting up my mother's computer and getting her on-line i was relating our conversation from last night. She lit up and jumped right in. Oh you guys should write a book....
me:hahaha. Well that had been discussed too, Patio Conversations. Great title she said.
I related the tale of Cheerinjuva who knew the Americans were coming. The dinner facing outward she thought how mysterious. But when i elaborated how neatly it fit the conversation of the individual in the group she gasped. Is it the Uranian juxapostiion of elements?
I love the box of letters from your mother. OMG
OMG is right. Tseka this is enlightenment. A light like I haven't felt in ages came bursting through this last 24 hours.
We are onto something big.
I'm thrilled that Mom got involved! Computer. Mom online????? OMG!
Is it the Uranian juxapostiion of elements?
Uranus has been involved with her Gemini Sun.
I'm very very excited. It's in the air too. Great conversations I had around town this evening.
This sorting through the events in our lives from this combined perspective is honey in the rock. Now I am beginning to sense a future. I want to meet your friends and family. Meanwhile this moment is rich beyond expectation.
The Patio Conversations is a precious idea, no matter where it lands.
Yeeeeaayyyy life!!!!
I feel like a lot of brush is getting cleared in the path. This is truly an historic moment. Here we are laboring and worrying about all of our daily problems, and at our fingertips is this universal mind waiting to analyse and synthesize from its far reaching engaged or nonengaged postion.
All we have to do is tap in. Why is it being so easy on us?
All we have to do is tap in. Why is it being so easy on us?
Hiding in plain sight, it wants to be remembered?
Hiding in plain sight, it wants to be remembered?
You mean no horrid initiations, bubbling witches brews and incantations, gates to be crashed, bloody monstrous slayings?
A walk in the field.
I think I just saw it again on my right. Over by the washer and dryer.
testing...
For nourishing the spirit, how about some Uranian music?
Celestial Harp (sound sample) and other "odd, ethnic, experimental and unusual musical instruments and resources":
"The original idea of the Celestial Harp was to play a person’s horoscope, or to play the horoscope of the very moment one was living in. The dream of musically expressing the healing vibrations of the heavens grew. It evolved into a sound sculpture synthesizing the Zodiac, the I Ching, the Pyramid, the Solar System, and the Stars in the sky.
"...The shape of the Celestial Harp is based on the proportions inherent in the circle, the square and the spiral. There are seventy-two strings radiating out from the center across a spiral bridge and out to a square bridge. There is also a circle of frets. There are eight double strings and a direct relationship of each string to the sixty-four hexagrams of the I Ching. Each string has its own frets.
"The Celestial Harp has a very strong emphasis on space. The musician must move around it. There is no beginning or end to it. The strings can be hammered, plucked, strummed, played with a slide, or sounded in numerous ways. It is both a stringed instrument and a percussion instrument. It is designed so that several people can play it at the same time.
"The tuning system uses a very sophisticated system. As the musician plays around the instrument, the scales ascend and descend in waves. In tuning system #-9 there is a range of four octaves plus an auxiliary two octaves. There is also a scale for each sign of the Zodiac. Tuning system #-12 is set up on a chromatic scale and spans about three octaves. Because several people play the harp at the same time many of the sounds being made seem as if they are coming from several instruments."
The oddmusic Web site has a growing gallery of unusual instruments created through the ages, from the sublime to the comic.
Aeolian Wind Harps
The Sea Organ
The First Vienna Vegetable Orchestra
The Daxophone
Omg. I even heard it on my dialup.
What a find. These are superb.
I like the Celestial harp music. It's exactly up my alley. Just the right variation from traditional melody. Very very good.
Kadimiros!!!!!!!
you are back. I for one have missed you.
I'm off to see this musical wonder.
Omg. These are amazing. Thank you kad.
Omg.
Kadimiros!!!!!!!
you are back. I for one have missed you.
I'm off to see this musical wonder.
Well that is curios, but i did miss you so i guess it was worth a ditto by blogger.
Very, very interesting. My dial-up got it too but i sense it may have a lot more nuance in person.
I would love to hear some of the I Ching played, imagining that....
The vegetable orchestra is fantastic!!!
Oh!!!! Oh oh oh.
I love artists.
OMG the Vienna vegetable orchestra.
Fabulous, and all the performers in black so formal....and fun
the sound if great who'd have guessed
There ya go jm the Uranian Chef delivered.
Merci
OMG!!! the daxophone!
This is heaven on earth. Saturn-Neptune is in.
HA HA!!! The Uranian chef sure did!
We know what's up.
Uranus. This is the biggest surprise of the recent era. These are beyond joyous. The humor is magnificent. Absolutely magnificent.
I can't explain it all. I once did a recording of my synthesizer music that was like this. I despaired thinking no one would ever get it. My real music. Odd as can be. genius.
I am no longer in despair!
All is well.
Hi, tseka and jm! I've not forgotten the good folks at Raging Uni (university?) and the adjacent Jazzrap Cafe, either.
The Celestial Harp seems pretty Aquarian: such a high concept, synthesizing so many possibilities, and can be played by either an individual or a group!
I came across the oddmusic site on Friday, but with guests and the weekend festivities, I've not had opportunity to make it all the way through the site as yet.
The musical instruments are wonderful on different levels -- the sheer craftmanship and inventiveness, and the amazing range and variety of sounds emerging from material substance.
Definitely a fun site to revisit. I'm tickled by how some of the instruments are so Dr. Seuss in appearance.
really good find lots of fun.
The Vienna Vegetable Orchestra: It's so perfect that the audience literally feasts on the veggies afterwards! Finishing your veggies never sounded so good.
I associate this zaniness with Uranus too. the tickling of the brain. Many comedians are Aquarians.
I especailly love this in music, since most music goes for the lower chakras and base emotions. That's good, but I get bored with its predictability.
I love this stuff.
and the amazing range and variety of sounds emerging from material substance.
The whole name of the game.
JM, think your Moroccan gallery friend would be interested what an evening that would be!
The Vienna vegetable Orchestra is my favorite. What a great concept. To eat the music!
Tseka, she's already invited me to play at a gala in September at the gallery. What a great idea!!!!!!
OMG!!!!
Wow, I'm viewing the video at the Vegetable Orchestra's Web site. I never realized what great sounding flutes can be made from carrots. Note to self: Must get Power Drill Boy to core some carrots for the kids.
I'm so excited.
I once did a show in comjunction with some mask makers and the music I composed was something I'd never done before. Collaberation, man.
I'm with you on this, it tickles me but then i have rather unusual taste in what i consider music.
Man the wind in the bamboo outside with ooooeeeeoooooover the sand accompanying......
I would find the performance to be just as fascinating....
"what i 'consider' music."
HA HA!!
I think it's real, tseka. The thing we've been sensing.
JM that is great news.
Let us know the date, with my new ability to fly cheap you never know....a little quick trip could be in the stars is sept.
"I once did a show in comjunction with some mask makers and the music I composed was something I'd never done before."
It's just you and the universe.
"Collaboration, man."
Absolutely right. :-)
September!!!! OMG!!!
"comjunction"????
Didn't I mean "Comejunction"????
The Moon joops and Sagittarians are at it again!
"Man the wind in the bamboo outside with ooooeeeeoooooover the sand accompanying......
" I would find the performance to be just as fascinating...."
Artists get it.
Sometimes people ask what kind of music I like. I raise my eyebrows, frown, and say something vague about a little of this and a little of that, and how I go for individual pieces more than genres. I know a woman who seems to only like music from the '60s, the music she grew up with. Instrumental stuff without predictable rhythm and melody seems to displease her.
I go for individual pieces more than genres.
The key. Very wise.
Instrumental stuff without predictable rhythm and melody seems to displease her.
This is almost universal in the West I think. This is such a big topic.
It seems music started out percussive without dominant melody. Or maybe whistling started then too, as melody, imitating the animal sounds.
The melody and predictability really got going and seems to provide a grasping mechanism for humans. Stability and resolution. But then the predictability becomes boring and maybe even fails to serve the purpose of providing security. ballast.
Humans are torn between hypnotic monotony and unpredictability. There would be personality factors that determine these tastes. And mood of course.
I am totally driven mad as a musician by this and how to apply it to performance.
I love this.
what a great ending to my day, thank you my friends.
Dream well, my dear 1.
Taurus dreams.
I'm going to listen to the vegetables again.
LOL! There's a few more audio clips at the Vienna Vegetable Orchestra's Web site.
Sweet dreams, my dears.
Actually now I think the daxophone is my fav.
Sweet dreams to you, dear Uranian Chef.
I just remembered. I think his name is Harry Partch. This really weird composer.
I used to like some of this and I haven't listened for ages.
I think there was a brief period where these "New Composers" came out with this humorous, string bending kind of sound. Very interesting and unique. I've seen this repeated. Musicians looking for the bend, the twang, the something. It's a curve, I know.
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LOL
Some almond nut butter to go on your carrot, maybe?
My family would probably joke, "Eat music, be music."
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