Music is everywhere
"But music is everywhere Barb! You can't just assign it to paper!"
I imagine the air thick with it, like a moist, colored gas, or a powder. It is slippery and hard to capture.
Music, as a rare, wild bird.
To own them, you must tame them. Their feathers fall out and get icky from captivity. Eventually they get sick, so you breed them with you're own domestic birds of theory, and ink and paper, and get a new breed, beautiful in its own way but utterly different and tame. The bird of written music.
Some people prefer this bird, and think it is more beautiful, more developed, improved, the flaws bred out of it.
But I think, something of the spirit of it is compromised.
I imagine the air thick with it, like a moist, colored gas, or a powder. It is slippery and hard to capture.
Music, as a rare, wild bird.
To own them, you must tame them. Their feathers fall out and get icky from captivity. Eventually they get sick, so you breed them with you're own domestic birds of theory, and ink and paper, and get a new breed, beautiful in its own way but utterly different and tame. The bird of written music.
Some people prefer this bird, and think it is more beautiful, more developed, improved, the flaws bred out of it.
But I think, something of the spirit of it is compromised.