- I call architecture frozen music.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
- I call music fluid architecture : In it there are sounds of rivers and mountains, as well as arches, pools and fountains.
Erik Peter Hansen
"A Strange Thoroughfare
- There are many paths and corners hidden in music. Although you may think, "I am entering into another field," music is one endless field full of different mathematical equations, which are sounds and expressions...
Through telescopes astronomers must be seeing a universe of music.
"Temple of Industry"
Here's a bit of true classical from my Little Symphony No. 3 - II "Zapped and Romanced"
This is "...all so frustrating and sickening to me and though I love it, who knows if another will ever love it because I have no money/influence for any useful exposure, especially on this internet thing!!!" Samuel Clemens and Heavy Vacation
I began to write this group of pieces in a motel room in Salt Lake City. This has been my "Musical Diary". It was finished using my laptop while in the cool air under a veranda. I was in a public "Disc Golf Course" park. It was three AM. This small collection is an intimate set. Life is reflected here. My recent life. Another soundtrack to my life. The first was "A Requiem for Lost Time". My life's newest phase was about loving my family very much but having to be - needing to be... alone. I was losing my choices to find new ones. I simultaneously looked for health, work, self-worth, new friends, as well as some government aid. I wandered, attended local fast food restaurants, cafes and libraries with my trusty MacBook Pro in a satchel. (I'm on my second because the first was stolen) All this while protecting myself physically, emotionally and spiritually.
"A Strange Thoroughfare" is the title of this journal because my year has been such a strange road to walk.
It contains eight extensive "Classical/New age" fusion works for keyboard. The piano music is composed, as if on paper, using a Finale notation program on a MacBook. (Thanks Tom Rich and Steve Jobs) I'm sometimes at a Wurlitzer spinet or MIDI keyboard. The music is played on a sampled Yamaha C2 piano that Alicia Keys produced in 2011. She was fond of that particular instrument. I like its mysterious and thick tone. Then it's crafted to sound exactly as I would play it (before my brain was damaged) and recorded by Logic Pro X.
After that, my mind puts the music into a "full color" environment and scored perhaps like Ravel treated "Pictures at an Exhibition",
or Busoni transcribed Bach's organ works. (But in a much smaller way)
It's then played on the various instruments, again humanized by myself. I mix and digitally record it.
I call these others "Temple of Industry" because I feel caught-up in worshiping beautiful music machines someplace on the fringe of peace. It's not the temple I really want to live in, but it will do for now.