Okay. Well, what I would like, is to post here as a kind of new person, almost as though I don't have a past posting here.[edit]Well, I think I have actually some unintentional near quotes in here -- okay, at least some influences of music and playing that has touched me BUT! including some of my own[edit]
Weren't you a new person before?
Special Agent Spooky m1469 Fox?
wow Marla, thats some powerful stuffRich
That's really great m1469! Your improvisations are so... like... thinking about life... or like looking at life from somewhere above... I think... and like knowing some things about the universe that others don't know I'm really glad you posted it!
Well to me this was a new experience as I haven't heard you before, and I am definitely liking it.Most to my liking are the parts with lower tremolo octaves, they awoken in my mind this picture of some spiritual netherworld, something in the fabric of life that we don't always see or hear.
If this was one of my own improvs(which it of course ain't so forgive me for iff:ing a bit , I would have probably concluded that it needs to end around 4:50, repeat those last things you do at around that time a few times, and let it fade away from your mind, but INTO the listener. Sometimes less can be more. In countless of my one improvs and compos I have simply deleted the ending(sometimes an originally 8mins piece became 2 mins), because I felt, that musically speaking I was repeating myself during those 6mins, and the essence of what I wanted to say was more powerful stated only once or twice, without repetition.
It seems to me from your replies to some replies here, that you feel entrapped by this one "style"?! Trust me I've felt that same thing for years..Once you start making your own music, we quickly discover what works for ourselves, what sound we are able to come up with easily and good at producing.
However if you want to evolve, to become a diverse improviser, you have to step out of you box. What I did was, I had about 150 recorded own tunes and impro's on my digital, and I simply listened through them during a few days, and deleted about 100 of them! Because they were repeating the same old musical formula I had become accustomed to!So I would say go ahead and discard pieces you've become tired of. Keep only the best, whatever the formula is.
A second step is to stop playing the piano for a while. Only listen to other people piano music for a month, 2 hours every day. Check out Scriabin(Op11, vers la flamme, his sonatas), Messiaen, Ives, Keith Jarrett..But also Jazz, u might like Pharoah Sanders and Sun Ra? Well of course that is up to taste, but the idea here is to find something you haven't heard before AND like, to widen your musical horizons of what is possible to do beautifully at this instrument.
And last keep in mind that these days, there are no mistakes or no-no's, meaning if it works it works, who says modern piano music has to be tonal, for instance? or it can blend diatonality and atonality, as I often do. But I liked it! Hope you keep posting!
volcano ...of souls. after a while only steam is billowing into gentle clouds above the volcano. Sorry, I'm terrible at imagery...but I gotta try... maybe I'd describe it as a song to the birth of an island or something like that.utterlysneaky, if you listen to m1469's other improvs (er, pre-m1469...heh), I think you'll conclude she has never been in a box. And that's a good thing.
All in all an interesting and promising return to the improvisation room, Mrs Fox. I hear a protracted, slowly changing transition, based on a couple of classical cells, which are expanded into an almost Philip Glass like event, full of foreboding, and resolved only with much compromise. Its form, containing ripples within long waves, reminds me very much of the earlier concerts of Jarrett without the jazz influence.
It might pay to lower your recording volume slightly as there is minor distortion in the first section. We can always amplify in Audacity if we wish, but we cannot go the other way.
I really don't think you have any show of assuming a new identity with the old hands here. No need to mention the tag-wrestling bouts in fishnet tights with Susan, Bernhard, me and the excited student, followed by consumption of Bombay Sapphire and Remy Napoleon. We don't seem to do that any more. Perhaps we're all getting old and morose.
even if at some point what comes out of me in improv is actually a suppressed composition ... haha. Well I'd like to draw attention to the opposite, what comes out of us as "composed" is actually suppressed improvisation What is the difference between these two anyway? We know that Chopin's Fantaisie Impromptu was supposedly improvised on the fly by our beloved Fryderyk..The name itself means improvised fantasy..And still we know that there are at least 2 versions of this piece that differ quite a bit from each other, not talking about p,f,ff markings but vastly differrent notes in the right hand in at least two different sections..So an impro turned into compo?! But what defines that happening? The fact that you notate it?-in those days yes..But how about today? Doesn't the fact that we record our stuff and put it up online for everyone to hear precisely turn them into compositions aswell?!
Well I'd like to draw attention to the opposite, what comes out of us as "composed" is actually suppressed improvisation What is the difference between these two anyway? We know that Chopin's Fantaisie Impromptu was supposedly improvised on the fly by our beloved Fryderyk..The name itself means improvised fantasy..And still we know that there are at least 2 versions of this piece that differ quite a bit from each other, not talking about p,f,ff markings but vastly differrent notes in the right hand in at least two different sections..So an impro turned into compo?! But what defines that happening? The fact that you notate it?-in those days yes..But how about today? Doesn't the fact that we record our stuff and put it up online for everyone to hear precisely turn them into compositions aswell?!
What I feel IS very eventful, and it's as though this kind of eventfulness needs definition, it needs to come out. Yet, strangely, it could be nearly represented in a single note. To hint at it, what I feel/hear within me is something like taking both your arms and dropping them onto the piano keys and evenly striking every single note into full tone at once. That would be a piano-reduction though ... hee hee. What I feel/hear is just this huge wave of sound, color, and what seems to be every morsel of existence (all that seems to be sound and even all that doesn't), all that ever did exist and all that ever will exist, but as though it is all occurring at once. It's something like being in a pitch black room and somebody suddenly opening the curtains to a blast of white light, and that white light just completely knocking your senses silly and changing your entire world. And, once the person has acclimated to the white light, there is this calmness in real time, just this awareness of breath ... and that's as though every individual on the planet has instrument in hand, poised and waiting to play in symphony together, the birds and the mountains and the seas, all the animals are also poised and listening and ready to be a part of this.And then, it's like ... okay, so ... uh ... what do we play? haha.