A listener commented on the Mixed Bag program the other evening, remarking on my persistence in pursuing the sounds of the music.
Interesting way of putting it. I no longer feel that the sounds are external to myself, but are rather inseparable from my perception of them. I live inside of them when I play and hope that my audience joins me there.
Everything in our culture conspires to maintain a distance between you and the sounds you respond to. Think about it. The halls are too big, the recording techniques too refining, the playback systems overly involved in equalizing volume and timbre. What is left for you to respond to, except perhaps some vague memory of having heard it before? And how exciting is that?
