| Saturday, February 11th, 2006 |
| 5:18 pm |
Dreams
I dreamt in music last night. I am working on a project for one of my professors and in my dream music played as I watched and conducted it. though at the same time I was observing from the balcony and also playing in the ********* section. I have been thinking much about whether or not music is a language. There is the argument that Xenakis gives that music like coming upon a stone with carvings in it. There is no meaning in it until an auditor ascribes meaning to it. Language seems to need a society and agreement upon the link between signfiers and the signified to be a language. Music notation then is a language and the results of performing music notation are not langauge. I don't think this is a paradox. More thinking is needed. |
| Tuesday, February 7th, 2006 |
| 10:26 pm |
Dream
I was at DF I opened a door on the balcony that overlooked the Flueve. DS was seated at a piano, her father was in a lounge chair reading a paper. DS invited me in and asked why I hadn't come in yet. I set down a robot vacuum cleaner which promptly got to work cleaning the tile floor. it had tescalating equalateral pentagons. Doppel as Wotan entered threw a spear at the wall. I did the backstoke and swam out the window. |
| Thursday, January 12th, 2006 |
| 10:07 pm |
Dream
I am almost certain I dreamt this in french. I was flying on an airbus 340 and the pilot informed the passangers that they were going to make an emmergency landing on O'Connel street uppper. the plane landed and my baggage flew out of the plane thru two chain link fences with lots of political bumperstickers on them and into the courtyard of a hotel. the courtyard had a two tiered effect with schrubbery on both levels and a spanish doorman at the entrance to the hotel which was a revolving door. there were some black metal patio tables on a gravel floor and chairs with some people breakfasting. I was convinced that one of the waitresses had my luggage so I went to question her about it with no results. She gave a menu which had very fine print in a light green colour. after consulting the menu I ordered a boxty and two crepes. |
| Sunday, December 18th, 2005 |
| 7:45 pm |
Groundspace or Large Groundspace by Christian Wolff
I have moments ago ended my performance of this Christian Wolff piece. Actually I'm not sure that I have. The instructions say that a performer may exit when they can no longer hear the other performers. I cannot hear them acoustically anymore, though I remember the sounds they made in performance, and as I walked to this computer the hum of the fan, the smokestacks, the sound of a passing car sounded like developments, and for a moment I re-entered being a performer. At first I exited Hales and for a minute waited until I could no longer hear my fellow performers. I relaxed out of my performance mode and went back in as an auditer. after some minutes had passed RL engaged me in a duet, either unaware by the change in my exterior mood and demeanor that I was no longer a performer, or to re-engage me as one. In any event I repeated some of the earlier events though upon exiting came to the computer instead to reflect on the experience. I came back in the first time as I was uneasy with just walking away. Somehow that seemed at odds with what I knew about performing, I wanted to bow and have applause. But I realized and feel comfortable now with this non-teleological ending. I am at ease. The mode of performance and the mode of being alive mingle now, I hope this feeling persists for some time. |
| Tuesday, December 6th, 2005 |
| 10:41 pm |
M
On the Concert this evening was Wind Quintet. For the first time in my compositions I felt as though I have communicated with myself. And said what I meant to say. up til now it is the one thing I have been unable to accomplish. I am confident that I can do it again. I am Finding. -TJVM: that was the first piece of yours that sounded like Jai_Montreal I agree |
| Saturday, November 12th, 2005 |
| 5:55 pm |
Dream: T R was running about between to telephone poles with a violin bow and trying to play the telephone wire. might be a good experimental piece in real life . . . |
| Tuesday, October 4th, 2005 |
| 6:03 pm |
The pythagareans go hither and yon, to and fro. wither they nether nor which that is not the cadence of the fifth? ask for one monsier lereoux |
| Wednesday, September 28th, 2005 |
| 7:20 pm |
nyme
If I've made myself clear I've mis-spoken . . . |
| Wednesday, February 16th, 2005 |
| 4:24 pm |
as yet for, nor and not
On this expanse of the sunglasses roaming from the to and yet the and being the same of the now to go. such my self in that state of it being in the barnhouse effect flings itself forward knot. this is the way of M and S so that next it is the path to the future unindicatif. going on to main street the glass is one quarter empty and two thirds full, it is a tall glass. |