I have poured a great deal of energy into the way I write about music, as I have similarly done for the way I compose and play music itself. I am discovering that it is not so much a matter of finding (or re-finding) the right note, the right chord, the right word. Rather, a note, a chord, a word, then another, then another, until you are out of space.
The Heart does not care about the Music you have prepared for him to grasp. Music is already difficult to grasp through the Mind and Body; why would it be any different for The Heart?
The body, and the use of it, is the only way to dismantle those lofty ideals of immortality created by virtuosity. I’m not interested in watching a superhuman compete in a human challenge. No one likes a rigged game.
It seems there are two ways to negotiate our complex, diverse, and global web of music-making: Either jockey the heck out of everything, as if it is all free gain, or retreat to the rooted, familial plane, and herd with your local community.