When I am in my music, nothing else exists for me. Time stops as I - TopicsExpress



          

When I am in my music, nothing else exists for me. Time stops as I search for meaning in rhythm and sound, how can I breath differently here or there, how can I bring something fresh and new and delicate to this music. I am gifted with an incredible instrument, or, at least I think so. But I also work so hard to understand it, to use it to create something so fleeting and yet so beautiful it can take your breath away. Then I think, there is no money in this, none at all, no one will come, what the hell am I thinking of. After that hour of exquisite existence on another plane, that Carolyn and I have have worked so hard to perfect, I will shrink back into myself and wonder if that few minutes even really existed at all. Forgive me, I am maudlin this morning. Best go and sing.
Posted on: Mon, 25 Aug 2014 14:48:50 +0000

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