I worked with music, for me music has different levels.<\/p>\n
I played the traverse (cross) flute. Usual it is like working with a tool. It makes (with some luck) music. But when I get closer, it becomes very complicated: there are notes, I translate them in handlings (???) with the flute, my lips blow over a hole, a tone arises, a melody, music. I, I, I use a tool, am making\u00c2\u00a0musik. Object are the air, the tone, the melody. I have much to work, I am strained, with my looking, my shoulders, my face, my lips, I am working.<\/p>\n
When I try to be the glow, for exemple the lips are glow of the tone, they come very near together, the I becomes the glow of the melody, there is much more ‘friendship’, intimacy, less tension. There is much more dancing, the melody playes the I (‘Instead of you doing them, let them do you’ (p.258). There is\u00c2\u00a0happyness, love.<\/p>\n
The same today in a concert: Young, very nice people, played their instruments. I tried to hear with my throat, the special sounds of the instruments, the melodies, the music, and it seemed, that there was a contact with the field. (But what about ‘bad’ sounds, with ‘bad’ feelings?)<\/p>\n
Time seemed to be very dynamic. Like a active volcano, this time not dangerous. Did there be a ‘field’ of time, a ‘space’ of time, tones touched each other, independent of past, presence, future. No doing, a happening of a volcano. It was a big present. (But what about ‘bad’ feelings, my bad moods, my hard toils….?)<\/p>\n
Peter.<\/p>\n
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I worked with music, for me music has different levels. I played the traverse (cross) flute. Usual it is like working with a tool. It makes (with some luck) music. But when I get closer, it becomes very complicated: there … Continue reading