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Sep. 13th, 2002 03:00 amWell I'm back from Rosemary's party gig.
We were actually playing Irish music to a group of psychiatrists in an Italian restaurant run by Turks.
Rosemary had a wail of a time and danced like a mad thing - especially to the reels.
My little PA did a fine job with inputs loaded (11) for the first time and my mini speakers *just* getting by.
I decided to be sober and drive Roger and Roger as I'm not in a booze phase at the moment. Felt like the soberest man at the party but never mind - the job got done and I'm glad to be home and clean now.
Had a bit of a stressy nights sleep last night - all that Iraq stuff and news etc was whirling round my head. Awoke in the night in a buzzy spin.
Despite the odd stressy moment in the day I feel better now after the exertion of the gig.
Did a good stint at the accounts this arvo which also felt good.
The night before I had quite a cool dream.
I was playing electronic music on my Korg Triton and stuff, up a tower with a balcony overlooking a square. I hung around in the square til it was time for me to play then suddeenly it was time
I ran up the many flights of stairs to the room at the top of the tower and began to play the synthesizer.
Only it wasn't really very loud at all. Not loud enough to carry to the folks below.
Then I realised the thing I was supposed to be accompanying (a flying spinning metal disk about 2metres in diameter) wasn't taking off.
I left some music playing automatically and ran down the stairs to help the disk take off. It worked like a childs spinning toy and I realised at that moment that it was all insane - the disk had never had a hope of flying...
I just realised - Its probably about my new CDs (silver disk, right?) coming out next week. Part of me is proud to present them - the tower, the crowd, the launch - but part of me knows from experience that they "wont make that much noise" - that it's all a little silly and not much will happen with them. (ie - they are unlikely to "take off". )
Interesting - I hadn't thought of the dream like that til now - good old LiveJournal.
Time was when I really thought the latest album I made would really make a difference - get me better noticed, get rave reviews - lead to things. Some have got some nice reviews - but the world goes round again and you are pretty much where you were. These 2 albums will be numbers 8 & 9 - not including the 3 Jazz Orient/Re-Orient CDs.
I don't have expectations anymore like that. I just know i like to make them. As an art, as a communication, - to me and to others - and to see where I'm at. I also love my music - my albums are my children - I love them all and are very proud of them and would not really change them even with my improved technique, playing and producing-wise. And they break even. In the end.
I used to want to get somewhere - now I know there is nowhere to get to. I've known for a long while now that I'm travelling on a road where I don't want to get to the destination. I just want to travel on that road a little further.
OK - enough crappy do-it-yourself psychology and allegory.
I'm tired...I tend to ramble when tired - sorry, dear reader...
I guess I'm saying that nowadays for me playing music is it's own reward. Kind of... :-)
We were actually playing Irish music to a group of psychiatrists in an Italian restaurant run by Turks.
Rosemary had a wail of a time and danced like a mad thing - especially to the reels.
My little PA did a fine job with inputs loaded (11) for the first time and my mini speakers *just* getting by.
I decided to be sober and drive Roger and Roger as I'm not in a booze phase at the moment. Felt like the soberest man at the party but never mind - the job got done and I'm glad to be home and clean now.
Had a bit of a stressy nights sleep last night - all that Iraq stuff and news etc was whirling round my head. Awoke in the night in a buzzy spin.
Despite the odd stressy moment in the day I feel better now after the exertion of the gig.
Did a good stint at the accounts this arvo which also felt good.
The night before I had quite a cool dream.
I was playing electronic music on my Korg Triton and stuff, up a tower with a balcony overlooking a square. I hung around in the square til it was time for me to play then suddeenly it was time
I ran up the many flights of stairs to the room at the top of the tower and began to play the synthesizer.
Only it wasn't really very loud at all. Not loud enough to carry to the folks below.
Then I realised the thing I was supposed to be accompanying (a flying spinning metal disk about 2metres in diameter) wasn't taking off.
I left some music playing automatically and ran down the stairs to help the disk take off. It worked like a childs spinning toy and I realised at that moment that it was all insane - the disk had never had a hope of flying...
I just realised - Its probably about my new CDs (silver disk, right?) coming out next week. Part of me is proud to present them - the tower, the crowd, the launch - but part of me knows from experience that they "wont make that much noise" - that it's all a little silly and not much will happen with them. (ie - they are unlikely to "take off". )
Interesting - I hadn't thought of the dream like that til now - good old LiveJournal.
Time was when I really thought the latest album I made would really make a difference - get me better noticed, get rave reviews - lead to things. Some have got some nice reviews - but the world goes round again and you are pretty much where you were. These 2 albums will be numbers 8 & 9 - not including the 3 Jazz Orient/Re-Orient CDs.
I don't have expectations anymore like that. I just know i like to make them. As an art, as a communication, - to me and to others - and to see where I'm at. I also love my music - my albums are my children - I love them all and are very proud of them and would not really change them even with my improved technique, playing and producing-wise. And they break even. In the end.
I used to want to get somewhere - now I know there is nowhere to get to. I've known for a long while now that I'm travelling on a road where I don't want to get to the destination. I just want to travel on that road a little further.
OK - enough crappy do-it-yourself psychology and allegory.
I'm tired...I tend to ramble when tired - sorry, dear reader...
I guess I'm saying that nowadays for me playing music is it's own reward. Kind of... :-)
