Tag Archive: postaweek2011


Weekly Photo Challenge: Between

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Photo credits: Alex Bengtsson 2011©

This photo was rotated by design. Life isn’t linear! It is not vertical or horizontal, like time.

[Edit: this is a bridge between Denmark and Sweden.]

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.

Would you rather…

Would you rather….

No amount of money could afford absolute power, health, knowledge, love, and countless other coveted things.

However, 50 years more living and doing my own thing (that is, learning and loving) seems great, comparing to bucks.

Bucks… It’s insane to cut trees to make such kind of paper.

That’s all for tonight. I just wanted to write, uh, something. You know I love writing, yeah?

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.

Clenching The Fists Of Dissent

I took two short naps today. In each one, I was witnessing and living my own life, and I had absolute power over what happens in the dream.

This is not uncommon to me, and not uncommon in general. Lucid dreams have been around for as long as we have a neocortex…

What’s special about those repeated dreams of mine, is that it seems to be that two forces are fighting against each other until Death.

Today, it was the daily grind and the mighty boredom who were on the checkered board. In fact, it was me.

Yet I was also sitting at the table, behind the board, and I grabbed two handfuls of events, clenched my fists until blood poured from my hands.

Then I woke up…

Nothing had changed.
Nothing but… what is about to change.

In my previous post, I ranted about talkers. I told we don’t need them.

We need things to be done. We need doers.

So, why am I still typing?

Finish this sentence: there are two kinds of people in the world….

Those that do, and those that talk.

There are helluva lot of the latter, alas.
Nobody needs more talk.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Waiting

Weekly Photo Challenge: Waiting.

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Before the soundcheck…

Not your best week?

Well, it’s not mine either.

Before we go on: are you an artist (everyday art, not Moz-art)? If not, don’t read this post, it will bore you.

Any artist has to get a deep understanding of the world around. Observation is key.

Then, there must be execution. What’s the point of understanding the world if it is of no practical use?

The point I’m trying to make is that in understanding the world through your own eyes, your art will, perhaps slowly, grow more confident, as you’ll know yourself better (you’re part of the world, afterall), and you’ll be able to put to good use tools relevant to you only.

Your technique, your craft, your art… All of that is relevant to you only, and you are the only one to understand it well enough to make something out of it.

I never studied Bach’s mass in B minor to write my songs. His advice would be nice to hear, but totally irrelevant to me.

I never asked Pollock about his paintings, never asked Adams about his photos, never asked Steve Jobs about entrepreneurship.

Not only because I can’t, but because their art is theirs and mine… Is mine!

Ask yourself good questions, you’ll get good answers. Ask again.

You know how to answer all your questions.

Picasso said: “Computers are useless. All they can give is answers”.

Fun how he put it, as he was intensely fighting with uncertainty, which is, according to me, the most comfortable position.

Paradoxical? Not really.
Think about it: if you had no doubts but only virtues, would you make art?

That’s it for today about artmaking, which is not the same as art, nor craft.

Can you dig it? I hope you can!

Explain your strategy for life (here’s mine)

Explain your strategy for life.

Ha?

Hahahaha!

Look at THIS:

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