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Would you rather… (part 2)

Would you rather… (part 2).

“Time plasticity” is something I use everyday. Musicians know it as rubato

Playing solo allows me to be in the “Time plasticity zone”: I can stretch and I can squeeze time as much as I want, thanks to “tools” like bows.

I love bowed instruments, even though I’m now a synthesist who began as a drummer and sound engineer.

Bows are flexible to a point beyond abstraction. What can be done with them is mind-boggling.

Listen to the likes of Andrew Manze, Jordi Savall and Wieland Kuijken… Without forgetting Yo-Yo Ma.

Those guys can make you feel like an hour was a minute, and the opposite.

As a sound engineer, thanks to ProTools… I can already stretch or squeeze time.

As a drummer, I can stack different perceptions of time. Polyrhythms anyone? Polymeters? Meshuggah?

Yet.
And a big yet…

This is either being lost in a zone or tweaking knobs.
Nothing to do with speeding up or slowing down time in the “real life”.

I always wanted 48-hours long days and 8-day weeks. Never the opposite.

I’d better get rid of something or someone than to play with time. Skipping a heartbeat? No fuckin’ way.

Even if I could play with time’s plasticity and resilience, what about people around, do they live at the same speed?

Frankly, can you imagine people each going at their own pace, some stretching time while others slow it down?

Bottom line is: what matters is not how much time we get, it’s about the intensity of the time we’re allowed.

It is about emotion, not minutes.
Focus on the first. Anyway (according to St. Augustine and to yours truly, the present is what tends to cease to be) you don’t have any choice, however you can still dream.

Dreams are stolen time.

Facebook and TV are wasted time.

I don’t always do it, but when I do…

There’s no return once I enter “The Zone”.

What is unique in my case is that the music I listen to when writing is as useful to me as a (humble) writer and as a musician. Perhaps even more as a musician.

I have the feeling that my writing and the music I listen to while writing produce a third entity: My own music.

I always make sure that there are lyrics, preferably in another language than the one in which I type. Also, I need complex, substance-rich music.

Simple sloppy chord strumming is not at all acceptable. It’s indigent.

A clear and real-world example would be… Meshuggah or Opeth as both have a really high level of abstraction and intricacy. The only “drawback” is that their lyrics are in english (some swedish ones for Opeth, though).

I’d rather have some fully instrumental stuff then… Like ISIS or ITTCT (If These Trees Could Talk.

Men när jag bloggar på svenska/danska/norska/isländska eller franska passar det jättebra.

Det har varit ett tag sedan jag bloggade på svenska här, fy fan!

Är inte helt sikker att det finns ingen skrivefeiler.

So, here it is, how I get into the Zone. What is incredible is that my Zone is kind of ubiquitous (in my life).

If I head on to write a blog post, I end up with a song, a drawing, a new cake recipe and… You get the idea.

Music as a trigger uses 25+ years of brain wires, and even creates new ones.

There’s magic in this.