The past week was lost to sleep & indecision. All those songs we played this summer were filed away & left us to find new inspiration. Can inspiration transfer between mediums without being too heavy handed & literal? The reference to "frozen music" doesn't mean much to our generation due to the intangible medium of mp3's. We're removing tangibility from art & creating files. I woke up late all week & tried to re-align time against centuries of science. It's safe to say I'm not completely burnt out, but the edges are smoldering & I need to get back to form. The lull of activity was self-induced-- more like self-inflicted- & needs to be extinguished immediately & permanently. I walked down Grand St. last night & looked at the skyline with the hope of someday adding some new form to its iconic image. The scale of our work pales in comparison at this point, but we're working on "going big". Any effect on another person would mean we've reached a level of success.
Whenever I take for granted my position in life-- living in Brooklyn, going to Pratt, being on the forefront of some digital revolution that may push our field to limits once thought impossible- I turn to this song: It feels like summer all over despite the falling temperatures & changing leaves. If we never stop striving, we'll live in those lights forever.
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