Most people prefer their whodunits to confound them a bit, and I want new music to do the same.
My approach to composing music is, more than likely, grossly misguided.
Missing a few minutes of music isn’t exactly like walking into a movie theater late—in fact, I can think of a lot of compositions that I can skip large swaths of and still feel satisfied.
Along with the nice weather, the month of May brings those final exams one step closer, makes graduation seem like it might actually happen, and, of course, provides tons of concerts to distract all you students and non-matriculating music-lovers from your daily grind.
Whenever you do something new as an artist, it opens a can of worms stuffed
with a lot of other new things.
Is calling yourself a sound artist analogous to belittling all of the work that John Cage did to emancipate all sounds and redefine music as “sound heard”?
Music that doesn’t need to be figured out in any way, shape, or form in order to be enjoyed is fantastically stupid—in a good way.
Spring has sprung, and warmer weather is on its way…eventually. As mercury levels rise, so does the urge to leave the toasty comfort of home—destination: concert hall.