a day in the life of piano monkey

i have many friends in the music field. some are performers, some are composers. some are both. but all of us take the role of the audience. in practice rooms. in transit, with our headphones.  in bed, reading a score, deciphering and recollecting the world of sound through all other senses. being a keyboard monkey, this means much of my musical sensations also involve tactile sensations.  have you ever sat down with your choice of instrument and start to bang away? the immediate joy (perhaps not your neighbours/familys) can often be so overwhelming that i often lose the sight of the practice, simply going through the fun of physical execution.  i try to do this less when i am actually practicing and playing now, but now and then, it's a great thing to play a 8-notes chords with both hands, letting it resonate through the big huge metal frame of the modern piano.  even better if i can get my hands and feet on a organ with 32-foot stops. often music comes in colou...

in pale blue light of the dawn such fragile light, as if it is made of frost, you are a marble statue. lines, still, gentle arcs, just as you are. graceful. like the trajectory of the loons gliding through the late autumnal sky. i dare to stir the silence slight haze of breath and slumber. it was unforeseen, proper magic. and i shall keep it in a safe place to enchant evaporate away from this physical state in your absence i cast the image on closed eyelids a proper bullet that goes through fast, light, shatters the old world like the cracked and broken old tv tube it is no longer possible to gaze with an old view as life pulses through the warmth of the blood spreads, like spiderweb, like frosts on glass, capillaries, carrying millions of colours words sounds touches i am stained with the very being of you.

early snowfall in the rockies. thanksgiving wknd. fallen leaves and lingering tails of nights. paler morning lights and fading afternoon sun. tis that time of the year again, though this recent time-leap into winter is rather unnerving. i felt as if i was transported through time, directly to chrismastide as i sat and had glass of port by the fires of farrally hall. i think it is perhaps the best thing i have done this fall term, to reside in farrally. hooray. human conditions- or should it be humane? anyways. as the first wk excitement turned into semi-concrete establishment of each individuals, i sense that people are taking a look around- not just the maps and locations of groceries and such, but of fellow residents. this artist colony is a fantasy magic world. we all escaped for a little, some longer than others, but same ideas: to leave the practical empirical world to be frivolous, impractical and fanciful. i keep thinking if one wants to be super efficient, the way to do it is d...