new music for your pleasure
Today Sam sent me a link to his new piece, Dime Novel. It flows through bits of turbulance, bits of rhythm and melodrama. I like it.
His mission statement I appreciate for its focus and sentiment:
The craftsmanship of a masterwork encourages the development of keener perception both for its creator and for those who view it.
I pledge to endeavour to create such masterworks in as large a quantity as life allows me.
It is a worthy goal, the augmentation of perception. It is an unproven prejudice of mine, that perception leads to better solutions, an intimate knowledge of a situation revealing guts or parts to the machine that leads to the discovery of the best alternative, the least unhappy, the most positive end for all involved. Rather, if we all knew each other closely, including purposes, motivations; if we could truly fathom and empathize, that there would be much less misunderstanding and sadness in the world.
Maybe life is just a battle for resources, marketshare, mindshare, a war of economics. Being such, even given the gift of infinite perception, this would likely continue. But certain indications of my experience tell me this is not the case. In Music, we live in plentitude. There are all kinds of wonderful music, from the past, songs about our country's history, in wars, in civil unrest, from other countries, the cool kind of bossa nova music that radiates an emotion, and the music a generation later that echoes it with a new plastic feeling, the venerated music of the great composers and the threads that follow it today in sketches of tone and color, hipster music, music of rebellion, music of generations, music we self-consciously make in our garages.
His mission statement I appreciate for its focus and sentiment:
The craftsmanship of a masterwork encourages the development of keener perception both for its creator and for those who view it.
I pledge to endeavour to create such masterworks in as large a quantity as life allows me.
It is a worthy goal, the augmentation of perception. It is an unproven prejudice of mine, that perception leads to better solutions, an intimate knowledge of a situation revealing guts or parts to the machine that leads to the discovery of the best alternative, the least unhappy, the most positive end for all involved. Rather, if we all knew each other closely, including purposes, motivations; if we could truly fathom and empathize, that there would be much less misunderstanding and sadness in the world.
Maybe life is just a battle for resources, marketshare, mindshare, a war of economics. Being such, even given the gift of infinite perception, this would likely continue. But certain indications of my experience tell me this is not the case. In Music, we live in plentitude. There are all kinds of wonderful music, from the past, songs about our country's history, in wars, in civil unrest, from other countries, the cool kind of bossa nova music that radiates an emotion, and the music a generation later that echoes it with a new plastic feeling, the venerated music of the great composers and the threads that follow it today in sketches of tone and color, hipster music, music of rebellion, music of generations, music we self-consciously make in our garages.