2005-04-13
Echo’s
Reflections of sound. My head is full of it. Rhythms, melodies, harmonies. Some simple, some complex. I’ve been to a great concert, a performance of Frank Zappa’s Joe’s Garage. It was my first Zappa. I know very little about him, but he is a genius, madman and a freak. After a few songs my head was overloaded. I tried to follow the musical lines, but lost them. When the intellect fails, emotion is still there. I didn’t know what they where doing, but it was fun. On my way home my head was filled with echo’s. Small fragments of sound that just before had made a song. They say Mozart could reproduce a piece of music with 6 voices that he had heard only once! Well, I can’t. Not even 1 voice. I’ve tried for a long time. Last night, one of my teachers was playing the keyboards. He can. I can’t. He enjoyed it. So did I! There should be more composers with this mad genius.