Rant, Part the First
I feel like it's odd to say this out loud, but I've never been to an arena concert before Depeche Mode last Friday. I don't like to say it in front of people, least of all the people I actually know. It seems absurd (and rightly so) that a music-lover wouldn't create the time to take music in, to explore music outside of the neat little borders that had been provided so early on. I had no experience of what producing music actually involved outside of playing it at home. So it bothers me to say that while I know alot about music theoretically speaking, the true power of creation eludes me.
I don't know the first thing about how to write it or improvise, because I've never had to think about writing music like that before. My partner could dick around on his Moog for hours and be contented, and it's all I can do not to look flabbergasted while he does it. I would give my left arm (happily) to be able to do what he does, and he thinks nothing of the idea.
More will come on this later, as the boy is in the room, and I'd prefer that he'd not feel like I was talking about him as I was talking to him.
I don't know the first thing about how to write it or improvise, because I've never had to think about writing music like that before. My partner could dick around on his Moog for hours and be contented, and it's all I can do not to look flabbergasted while he does it. I would give my left arm (happily) to be able to do what he does, and he thinks nothing of the idea.
More will come on this later, as the boy is in the room, and I'd prefer that he'd not feel like I was talking about him as I was talking to him.