Was it only last month I went apeshit retooling this itty bitty repository? Time flies. Tasks fall to the floor. I ignore them, gingerly stepping over the ones I know I need to get back to eventually... to boot-- no shortage of upcoming events, either... :)
A PATRON OF THE ARTS... originally, that was just a way to stay anonymous on Blogger while leaving a hint at some part of me... but as of late, I have been thinking long and hard about PATRONAGE and the fact that it is a dying art (pun unintended, there's just no other way to say it!).
Modern life (the life I lead with my laptop close by at all times) connects us in so many new ways, even as it disconnects us in the old ways. You can't stop progress. I have made impossible connections over the wires in the last year, but -- let it be said aloud for all to hear-- I'd much rather have a drink with you face to face.
PATRONAGE.
There are a few musicians that I absolutely adore-- and have come to realize that they are too important for me to just be a fan. I am a huge fan of music and musicians, and it would be a real LIE if I said that there weren't songs & bands whose work I enjoy on a purely casual level...
...but then there are the songs that keep me up at night, not because I am listening to them but because they are inside me. This magical phenomenon strikes awe into my heart-- that the work of someone else's sloppy or methodical, emotional or logical, major or minor tune is absorbed into someone else so wholly and intuitively, sometimes as if I've written it myself (but truly just wished that I had!)...
...but then there are the songs that keep me up at night, not because I am listening to them but because they are inside me. This magical phenomenon strikes awe into my heart-- that the work of someone else's sloppy or methodical, emotional or logical, major or minor tune is absorbed into someone else so wholly and intuitively, sometimes as if I've written it myself (but truly just wished that I had!)...
I want to be a patron. A supporter. A champion. A conduit. A piece of the machinery that moves music inside other people. As music strikes nerves & chords within me, I want to help conduct it back out, into the person standing closest to me. Pisces are allowed to talk like this without seeming straight-up-mentally-ill, right?! Good.
The process is changing, the delivery is changing, the experience is changing.
Make it what you want it to be. The time is right, now. The time is RIGHT NOW.
Make it what you want it to be. The time is right, now. The time is RIGHT NOW.
