More on Music & Math and Incidentally on God

“Music is a system of harmonic relationships inherent within the quantized fractal structure of the cosmos.” ~ Marshall Lefferts

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Someone else said that the Universe was, at the center, a chord that was the sound of God. And that’s what makes everything run, orbit, spin, hum, and sing out with Life. A famous conductor said those basic words more or less. That is also more or less the same thing as said by Lefferts.

Of course that means Death also, as there is no Life without Death. (Being made to occur from a chord somewhere in the center of the Universe or Cosmos.) I always wonder things from that point such as, what is the cord? Is it a C cord? That’s what immediately jumps to mind. But then that’s nothing mysterious and shouldn’t it be mysterious? Is it the secret cord that David played before the Lord according to Leonard Cohen? And what happens if The Chord goes silent? Yes, the End, naturally, but how? A major massive explosion? A complete disappearance? An Absolute Nothing? And does something ever occur if there is no one to bear witness? If there is no one to see or note that something once was, was it ever so?

If I had the head for it I’d attend the course: Explore the universe of frequency, vibration and resonance in the free Unified Science Course in the Resonance Academy at ResonanceScience.org. But I’m afraid it would be much beyond my capabilities. Although I do adore fractals.

Wait…wait…does the Chord ever change? As much as it causes, is it affected by? Does its color or tone change with major events? I see my mind as a child hopping about on one foot to another, unable to stay still for learning. I’d like to have a few words with this Secret Chord!

Oh what dreams shall I dream tonight…

Musical Mumblings

Clara Schumann is rumored to have had an affair with Johannas Brahms, an idea pooh-poohed by many. Just look at the size and shape of that guy, yes? And yet, he—like many of the rest of us—looked quite different as a young man. He was said to be quite handsome and dashing as a younger. Ah yes, and a musician too. What better than the electricity of sexual attraction to someone who has everything going for him? Add to that that her husband, while a grand musician and composer, was a bit off the beam. Playing at A-flat, so to speak.

Robert Schumann did create many beautiful things, including some of my favorite piano pieces. Perhaps I’ve said this before, if so, apologies: When questioned about where the music or inspiration came from, he replied it was in his mind. He just had to write it down. The questioner said how marvelous that must be. Good God no! He replied. How would you like that *****###### in your head all the time. You can’t get rid of it!

Poor man, it did indeed drive him crazy. And then there’s the incident of the hand. Pianists like to have an octave-and-beyond reach for chords. The farther the better. Robert therefore bound his hand(s?) with his fingers stretched out while he slept in an attempt to improve his reach. In doing so he crippled them. Imagine the horror—a pianist who cannot use his hands to play properly—and at his own doing. Eventually Schumann died in a mental asylum, although he had—again, like more than one musician/composer—attempted suicide more than once.  

Rachmaninoff is reputed to have the largest hands measured with a span of a 12th… C – G’ in easy playing, not just stretching. That explains some of his chord progressions. He too, as with many musicians, went off the beam now and again, especially suffering from depression. To resume his career at one point he consulted a hypnotist who seems to have benefited his return to the concert stage.

I find it puzzling why many people ask creatives—writers, artists, composers, et.al.—where they get their ideas. Such an odd question, and one impossible to answer. Let it suffice to say it’s many things, not the least of which is craft—after the inspiration—work, work, work.

And no, not everyone who creates goes crazy or kills herself. The demons land where they must.

Posted by Classic FM

Conductor Marta Gardolinska: Our jobs are similar to those of sports people’s high pressure and physical strength is needed…”

Music Notes

realityExplorersAbove and below posts by Classical FmclassicFmmThis is a marked-up score of a conductor. It is for a piece by Mahler. This is interesting as most people think of a conductor as just waving his baton around to a score he knows. It’s a bit more complicated than that. While I am not personally a fan of Mahler, his skill and abilities can certainly be seen—or rather, heard. Below is the artist as a young man.

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Mahler, posted by Google

 

Winter Notes

Plodding along here, just admiring the astonishingly gorgeous snow and winter cold. When no one is out, the sun is shining, and there are no footprints, it’s possible to glimpse portions of heaven around the corners of the eyes. It enters the self through the somethingness that lives alongside a body, a body that cannot contain all while containing everything. Proprioception then, or whispers, or ether. (Ether as in what the alchemists tried to distill from the air.)

Later, while indoors and playing a little Mozart, I came across this photo. It is Mozart’s Pianoforte. This is another of the white-winged dove mysteries. How is it that great works were created from such an instrument? Nothing is so astounding as hearing the music on modern instruments whilst looking at the tools of creation.

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posted by Ludwig van Beethoven site

Breath, to breathe, to exhale…

And then somewhat returned from the semi-dead. Oof duh!

I have been in a penitent huddle with myself. The misery of Asthma & ever fluctuating temperatures. Between the sofa shuffle and the O2 misery of mind over matter, I breathe. I did not consider pain or inconvenience or emergency rooms when I smoke smoke smoked that cigarette. And maybe it’s not even all my fault. And you know what? I don’t think it matters one whit. It is what it is. The return is slow, but on the way!

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Posted by Classical FM

And I also don’t think that Ludie was sloppy, just that he couldn’t quite get it all out quickly enough. (Maybe no one told him to breathe through it?)