Thanks to Pianowolfi and Derek, pillars of this improvisation community, for the very kind comments is what was being written. And yes, thank you!
A very exciting piece! Recently I've been thinking about the difference between improvisation and instant composition. This one seems to be actually more like the latter. You know precisely what you're doing though it's played spontaneously on the spot.
Wolfi, I've wondered about this and am unsure. I think instant composition exists, and I believe you've experienced it in what you've achieved in many of your own improvisations. Thinking compositionally with what I've posted here, I'm inclined to think it would need a lot of editing - but this is a struggle...There's always been a need for my real compositions to be "worked out," and I think I've never been successful though I've longed to be, BUT the on the spot improvisations have always come across much more inspired and musical (but often simply musical impulses, rather than anything set in stone.) It's been a struggle with conscience to declare improvisations finished musical pieces that could be played by others on a stage. I think this sounds like instant composition because I'm doing things that have been built in my language. I've not spoken this, but I've spoken things like it, and its drawing from my vocabulary, forming something about as cohesive as this post (stream...of...consciance...).
If this is only a warm-up..how would you sound after it...
I have a trumpet playing friend whose idea of warming up is taking his trumpet out of his case. I'm similar to this...This was recorded when I was "fresh." But I confess that I choose names very flippantly. I named "Moment of Silence" because of the big moment of silence in the middle, and I actually named "Warming Up" because at a point towards the end if you listen closely, there is audible a singer warming up in another room. I've another called "Barbershop" which is a very militant, high energy piece, but towards the beginning Stanley walked into the choir room where this had taken place, and asked I, "Looking for somebody," and replied he, "Just the barbershop." Very flippant names.