dawn

I can sit Indian style, keep yourself peaceful for about 30 seconds, try to notice what comes.

You don’t set out to perform, you set out for the bleed. Fail if you must, try though.

Do you have a favortie song?

In the whole wide world?

Kids like the phrase “it ‘hits’ differently”, Which seems to imply that artforms have impact.

I like that phrase, I don’t use it because I’m aware of my age, but I acknoweldge that some things “hit”. Goes beyond trendy language.

A favorite song is one that you don’t care if other people like, you don’t care what it means to anyone or how it ‘hits’ their ears. It’s just for you.

And she belts out this one line, and her voice quivers just a hair. No matter how many times I’ve heard it, it still hits. It goes right through the spine, sends goosebumps down the arms, and you feel it in your heart. Get in touch with the more substantial parts of yourself. It might make an eye swell with tears. It might make you think of the past. Might make you feel like a killer.

Music is so subjective, and it’s just for you. YOU are the audience, a very personal thing…and it’s just math.

Here’s a crazy thought (and original),

Music is math, at its core it is a mathematical expression of emotion (copyright), and it’s nontangible , you can’t hold it.

Math is universal. Meaning music would exist anywhere math does…If there is other life, way out there, what would their music sound like? Would they even have music? WHY????

Why does this thing exist? tones,rhythms,chords,tension and release?

Preference of culture also.

why do we like it so much? Something you can’t touch.

A mathematical expression of emotion.

the same goes for film,literature, comedy..

I digress.

It’s thought. It’s all thought. It’s the act of putting thought into a different vehicle.

That’s beautiful to me, and I wrestle with liking humans (often), but I really do like that part about us. I think it’s redeeming, seeing a creature build something. Probably the best part of us.

In my little brain.

I uh.. didn’t set out ,trying to be heard,or to build anything. Because I’m wrong and I go through shit, and it’s a drag. I still believe in doing it, good for the soul. But still,, this is not a stage, It’s a fuckin Wendys dude. my bad.