Traveling, a prescription for inspiration 

We must strive to leave our everyday location and change the experiences our souls and senses receive in order to create new art. 

It is key that we truly do leave so that we are open to the new. In order to do so, we as travelers must be cognizant that we usually bring ourselves to the trips we embark upon. Why not attempt to leave ourselves behind so that we can, with new eager selves, experience new stimuli and thus be renewed. 

Food for thought as you listen to some songs from far away:

What song does my city sing?


It seems there is always a melody in my mind.  The challenge has always been to bring this music out on the piano.  They say that words are not enough. Well, I contend that music by itself is not necessarily enough.  Music conveys and describes, but not completely. Yet, sometimes music conveys more than what could possibly be described in just words, or just pictures.

Thoughts of the Flying Dandelion

The sun is almost setting when I see the flying dandelion. I think to myself, should this dandelion think, what would it think about? Is it possible for a dandelion to have little dandelion thoughts. To worry about where it will land.  To hope that it arrives at a fertile ground and not in water.  So much the poor dandelion has to worry about, and yet, he doesn’t for he will arrive wherever he arrives, and that will be his fate.

Listen to my piano solo interpretation of the thoughts of the little dandelion here.

Happy listening, and let me know what you think.

Paying for my love of being a composer


If your desire is to compose music for a living then at least be aware of your likely financial life propositions:

 1. You will make very little money, unless, 

2. You have other financial resources available.

The profession of creating music has historically been sponsored by generous patrons. This is the case because, ironically, although people love to consume music with tremendous voracity and delight, music as a product has never been priced correctly.

The value of music has been driven to zero by a combination of de-facto monopolies on distribution, extreme supply of music (of all qualities),  as well as the customary behavior by most song consumers to pay artists basically nothing.
Perhaps there is a third option:

3. Make it big.

The delights of life


When looking at this picture, do you see the bleakness of human life?  This question is not rhetorical.  It’s also not meant as a juxtaposition of apparent beauty with “bleakness”, something most of us associate with a much greyer picture.  Why is there bleakness and despair here? 

My piano music has been described as relaxing, yet sad.  I wonder whether beauty is surreptitiously related to sadness.  

When all you need is good piano music

 

In an attempt to regain who I am, I usually listen to good music.  There are countless studies on the benefits of putting yourself in an environment where the senses are not attacked by damaging stimuli.  But, like smoking, the studies tell us one thing while we insist on being stubborn and listening to things that can objectively be categorized as garbage.  I guess garbage is to some an acquired taste.