Musical Philosophy
Why is it that the buildup to the climax is always better than the climax itself? I think it's something like that concept of "nothing is scarier" meaning that if you don't actually show the low-budget monster on screen, the film will be about 200x more sucessful. ...This is why The Blair Witch Project didn't fade into obscurity.
But anyway.
I've been listening to a bunch of big, long, dramatic pieces today (way too many projects to be working on) and I always get so excited during the build-up, like "Oh yay, it's coming! I don't know what yet, but it's going to be spectacular and I just. can't. waaait..." and then it's like NOISE and strings whirling around like crazy! and I'm like, "...well, that was really cool, but I was kinda hoping it would be better." Why is that? This is driving me more crazy than I have any right to be at this time of night. I have rehearsal tomorrow, I should be sleeping.
But I was just reading over some of the papers I had to write today and kept noticing this pattern of, "This happens and it's really cool, tension builds, then this, then this, then even more of this, more and more and more tension, (you're getting excited, aren't you?) and finally...climax." Meh. I should not write concert reviews; they would be so boring.
Actually, this whole entry is pretty much my entire musical philosophy reduced down to the smallest point: you can get close, but it'll never be good enough. I know that sounds really pessimistic, but that's why I keep playing. Because you have to keep trying, even if you know you'll never get close enough, but that's what makes it worth it. All the practicing and anxiety and frustration, it really is all worth it just for those few glorious moments.
I am such a sap. Also, Whitney Houston's death might be affecting me more than I thought... Requie in pace and goodnight, I need sleep.
But anyway.
I've been listening to a bunch of big, long, dramatic pieces today (way too many projects to be working on) and I always get so excited during the build-up, like "Oh yay, it's coming! I don't know what yet, but it's going to be spectacular and I just. can't. waaait..." and then it's like NOISE and strings whirling around like crazy! and I'm like, "...well, that was really cool, but I was kinda hoping it would be better." Why is that? This is driving me more crazy than I have any right to be at this time of night. I have rehearsal tomorrow, I should be sleeping.
But I was just reading over some of the papers I had to write today and kept noticing this pattern of, "This happens and it's really cool, tension builds, then this, then this, then even more of this, more and more and more tension, (you're getting excited, aren't you?) and finally...climax." Meh. I should not write concert reviews; they would be so boring.
Actually, this whole entry is pretty much my entire musical philosophy reduced down to the smallest point: you can get close, but it'll never be good enough. I know that sounds really pessimistic, but that's why I keep playing. Because you have to keep trying, even if you know you'll never get close enough, but that's what makes it worth it. All the practicing and anxiety and frustration, it really is all worth it just for those few glorious moments.
I am such a sap. Also, Whitney Houston's death might be affecting me more than I thought... Requie in pace and goodnight, I need sleep.