Whenever music plays in my head

I am the one singing
and images run
featuring the nothingness
of everything that is me.

Circling around the drying water pond
on which I emptied myself staring
(there is beat, rhythm, loop
eternal veins bloodlessly spreading
in panic,
in search for the fountain
of an ever elusive youth.

Stomp me, eel of millenary faucets
for there is nothing beyond squalid excuses
underneath the instinctive desire
For. Just. Another. Day.

Originally posted by Seitse
I am the one singing
and images run
featuring the nothingness
of everything that is me.

Circling around the drying water pond
on which I emptied myself staring
(there is beat, rhythm, loop
eternal veins bloodlessly spreading
in panic,
in search for the fountain
of an ever elusive youth.

Stomp me, eel of millenary faucets
for there is nothing beyond squalid excuses
underneath the instinctive desire
For. Just. Another. Day.

Another dreary thread about "I" and "me".

So much anger. I pity you.

I hope you're not suicidal.

Originally posted by Seitse
So much anger. I pity you.

I hope you're not suicidal.

Originally posted by Seitse
"So much anger. I pity you.

I hope you're not suicidal."
_____

I = + 2 more vertical personal pronouns.

I feel so sorry for your loss, Bob, I really do.

Hang in there. It's just a matter of time.

Originally posted by Seitse
I feel so sorry for your loss, Bob, I really do.

Hang in there. It's just a matter of time.

@Crowley....

Yes, I know Crowley hurt you when he called you a despicable troll.

Hang in there, old man. Soon the suffering will be over. Just a few more months.

Originally posted by Seitse
I am the one singing
and images run
featuring the nothingness
of everything that is me.

Circling around the drying water pond
on which I emptied myself staring
(there is beat, rhythm, loop
eternal veins bloodlessly spreading
in panic,
in search for the fountain
of an ever elusive youth.

Stomp me, eel of millenary faucets
for there is nothing beyond squalid excuses
underneath the instinctive desire
For. Just. Another. Day.

I'm a mess, such a wreck, don’t forget about it.
I drag myself through the dirt just to feel a little closer to the ground,
Because I've always had my head up in the clouds.
Take a second and look down,
I've got my name on a string,
Tangled up in lights, despite the fact that they are working.
I live my life on the line to find a way to be unforgettable.

Don’t fix it if it hasn’t broken yet!
Don’t regret it if it hasn’t happened yet!
So let’s GO! A tiny spark to set it off!
And EXPLODE! Ignite the dark, illuminate the unknown,
But since your heads in the clouds, the best advice I found is don’t look down.

Face the facts! You’re a betting man and the deck is stacked
Against you all the time,
Since your life is just a failure by design.
Do you feel like you're better without it?
Cause it looks like you're nothing without it.

Don’t fix it if it hasn’t broken yet!
Don’t regret it if it hasn’t happened yet!
So let’s GO! A tiny spark to set it off!
And EXPLODE! Ignite the dark, illuminate the unknown,
But since your heads in the clouds, the best advice I found is don’t look down.


A tiny spark TO SET IT OFF,
Ignite the dark AND LIVE IT UP!

Don’t fix it if it hasn’t broken yet!
Don’t regret it if it hasn’t happened yet!
So let’s GO! A tiny spark to set it off!
And EXPLODE! Ignite the dark, illuminate the unknown,
But since your heads in the clouds, the best advice I found is don’t look down.

Well it’s the best advice I've found...
DON’T LOOK DOWN!

Originally posted by Seitse
I am the one singing
and images run
featuring the nothingness
of everything that is me.

Circling around the drying water pond
on which I emptied myself staring
(there is beat, rhythm, loop
eternal veins bloodlessly spreading
in panic,
in search for the fountain
of an ever elusive youth.

Stomp me, eel of millenary faucets
for there is nothing beyond squalid excuses
underneath the instinctive desire
For. Just. Another. Day.

Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me,
As plurdled gabbleblotchits,
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath blurted out,
Its earted jurtles,
Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer. [drowned out by moaning and screaming]
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and slipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turling dromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't.

Originally posted by Seitse
Whenever music plays in my head

Whenever music plays in my head, it;s quite often this...

YouTube : Music for 18 Musicians

Steve Reich

Originally posted by FMF
Whenever music plays in my head, it;s quite often this...

[youtube Music for 18 Musicians]ZXJWO2FQ16c[/youtube]

Steve Reich

What is Reich trying to say with this music?

Originally posted by NoEarthlyReason
What is Reich trying to say with this music?

I'm not sure that something beautiful like this needs to "say" anything, as such, although I would fully understand if someone thought it was saying things like "I am not beautiful" or "Why would anyone think I'm beautiful?" or "That's my Arts Council Grant pocketed, beautiful, thank you!"

Music for 18 Musicians for me evokes urban life and a teeming urban landscape whilst hinting at all the multitude of people busy in their various activities independently of each other and yet integral constituents of a kind of pulsating, shifting organism.

Originally posted by FMF
I'm not sure that something beautiful like this needs to "say" anything, as such, although I would fully understand if someone thought it was saying things like "I am not beautiful" or "Why would anyone think I'm beautiful?" or "That's my Arts Council Grant pocketed, beautiful, thank you!"

Music for 18 Musicians for me evokes urban life and a teeming urban l ...[text shortened]... pendently of each other and yet integral constituents of a kind of pulsating, shifting organism.

For me it is too rigid; it's music in a straitjacket. I didn't find it beautiful, although intermittently some of the texture was interesting (I listened to about 25 minutes). Most of the time I felt quite sorry for the musicians who have to play it. It's almost as if the music ought to be played by machines; there is zero opportunity for the musicians to express themselves. It feels dehumanising. I don't live in a city and haven't done for over a decade, nor do I visit cities much, so I might be missing the point of the music. Or perhaps I get my fix of 'meta' thought through other means and this is just overload for me. It occurs to me that once you internalise the concept behind this kind of music (I'm assuming that it's broadly what you described), there's no need to listen to it ever again. You might as well delegate the listening to a machine, too. I actually own a couple of Steve Reich mp3s and I feel much the same about them, although I think I find Tehillim slightly more palatable.

Originally posted by NoEarthlyReason
Or perhaps I get my fix of 'meta' thought through other means and this is just overload for me.

Well, perhaps I ought to say that it's not the only piece of music I like and that I get fixes of all kinds of stuff.

I actually own a couple of Steve Reich mp3s and I feel much the same about them, although I think I find Tehillim slightly more palatable.

I like Desert Music but it's similar to Music for 18 Musicians.😀

Originally posted by NoEarthlyReason
Most of the time I felt quite sorry for the musicians who have to play it. It's almost as if the music ought to be played by machines; there is zero opportunity for the musicians to express themselves.

This I find this very interesting. I think more or less the same could be said for the vast majority of orchestra members playing huge swathes of the classical music that's out there.

The non-soloist professional orchestra musicians I have met have mostly been like chartered accountants (as opposed to entrepreneurs) in terms of how they go about what they have to do to earn a living.

Do you know what I'm getting at? I certainly mean no disrespect to either jobbing musicians' hard-work and dedication to having the skill to do exactly what they are told nor to classical music's voracious need to have thousands of jobbing musicians doing exactly that. 🙂