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Apr. 6th, 2015 12:25 amSometimes when I sit down and improvise, I get a certain feeling while playing...I can't attribute it entirely to the quality of what's being played, as I think it is almost like a muse, or an act of channeling...and the sensation mostly escapes words.
It's like a fire, a deep emotional feeling - something that comes out of my heart, or my soul, and elicits seemingly very real and tangible sensations on and through my whole body. I'd liken it to something like one's hair standing on end when one has a serious revelation, or when one has a mental breakthrough on something that has been troubling oneself. When this happens, whatever it is that I'm playing, honestly, sounds good - and there are countless more days where I might play, and feel nothing...and be disgusted at what I'm playing, the details of my mistakes, or else.
Much of what I play and write while in this state never makes it to anyone's ears but my own - actually, I'm not sure much, if any of it, was ever put into a song of any sort, or any completed work. But I've wondered if some of those improvisation sessions might strike the heart chords of others as much as they do me.
It's like a fire, a deep emotional feeling - something that comes out of my heart, or my soul, and elicits seemingly very real and tangible sensations on and through my whole body. I'd liken it to something like one's hair standing on end when one has a serious revelation, or when one has a mental breakthrough on something that has been troubling oneself. When this happens, whatever it is that I'm playing, honestly, sounds good - and there are countless more days where I might play, and feel nothing...and be disgusted at what I'm playing, the details of my mistakes, or else.
Much of what I play and write while in this state never makes it to anyone's ears but my own - actually, I'm not sure much, if any of it, was ever put into a song of any sort, or any completed work. But I've wondered if some of those improvisation sessions might strike the heart chords of others as much as they do me.
