That thing I was talking about, where you visualize the universe, and you try to talk to it, you picture as much space as your mind can hold, and you sit in front of it.
I’ve been doing that at night, and it’s been helping me get to sleep. I picture tones, but they’re so childlike. Sounds like a music box. Little pieces of metal cut to different lengths, associating tones and super basic melody. I can’t do chords yet. Can’t do natural timbre, or bends, or the sound of strings, or complex rhythms,, just little plink plunks, that’s all that comes out, dink donk, plink plunk.
like a moron, or a child.
But I’m still playing for someone. And it’s good enough for sleep.
dawn 