Wrizzit
For everything, down to the scribbles.
For everything, down to the scribbles.
So now that I know the world didn't end after posting my homemade musical work, I feel at once relief and emboldened. Relief at losing the stress of a prevalent assumption out there about what we might call "release of a final work", which I never related to, because all things are in a state of perpetual flux, and nothing can be called really Finished, at least from where I sit (or stand or slouch or lounge). Emboldened to throw out this and that, as in something I've been curious about but did not pursue until lately: such as having all the instruments improv in a key. It's definitely different. Definitely would not be a cup of tea for a lot of ears. Well I had more to say about this but the doggie says it is time for today's first walk down the road.