I've suddenly realised. It's all very simple actually.
Sometimes it takes you a while to digest what people are telling you, and then as you come to terms with it you realise that they were right all along, but you hadn't realised in what way they were saying something. There was one thing that I realised this with today, and it was only while I was sitting in the bath and I took time to digest what had been talked about over dinner that I realised the implication of my responses to certain questions. I'm sure what I'm about to write down applies to a number of things, but in particular this has certain resonances for myself.
1) Most importantly, simplicity is the key. Perhaps you've been jostling with a few ideas, but there is only one you can truly use.
2) If it's tried and tested, and it's stood the test of time, it means it must have at least some inherent use. Use it.
3) Most peers talk utter bollocks. Everything they say, without exception, must be taken with a pinch of salt. Never rest what you do or are planning to do on a single utterance.
That's all for now. I'll let you know how I get on implementing them.
Friday, December 29, 2006
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Vampires
Not that I believe in them, just that's what's on the TV now. It's a pretty dreadful BBC adaptation of the story, compared with Interview with a Vampire.
Good news. I have begun writing again big style. Started a solo piano piece and a piece for trio. Tenor sax, bass guitar and piano. It was for percussion instead of piano but I was having serious trouble visualising the percussion part, so I just kinda gave up and changed it to piano. If I manage to get it finished there's a chance that it'll be played in New York in February. I also have an open invitation to go and play with ThingNY anytime they've got an opening, which I think I'll be taking up. The flights to New York are very cheap just at the moment and it's a perfect opportunity.
I'm just so contented and warm here at the moment it's hard to come to terms with the fact that I'll have to give it up and return to Glasgow in a couple of weeks or less. I'm starting to seriously consider the fact that my environment in Glasgow is what's making me unhappy there. I'm not sure what it is exactly, but I think it has something directly to do with my flat. Perhaps it's my room or perhaps it's the whole flat there. Maybe it's just a coincidence that the only time I've written music over the last six months has been while I've been in Sussex. I feel comfortable with my method here, as I have easy access to a piano and it's always pretty warm. I know those are basic things but I don't always get that in Glasgow. I seem to make constant excuses to be outside of my flat, and whilst I don't necessarily think that's a negative thing because I get to see people more often, I feel that I am purposefully doing it.
I'm not really sure there's a solution to this, because moving out of my flat is more hassle than it's worth, given that it won't necessarily solve my problem. I do enjoy the company of my flatmates, and I have everything there organised in a method I am comfortable with. It's just not the same as my previous flat. I had a situation there that I was comfortable with and could have continued with indefinitely - my flatmates didn't really bother me, and I had fun with them whenever it was required. I don't think they really understood me or could have got close to me, and I kind of preferred it that way. It became easy for me to have my own space when I needed it. I also enjoyed being in the West End, as I knew the neighbourhood, there were shops there I like and knew, and also good coffee shops.
Anyway I'm off to London for the day tomorrow to see another friend I haven't seen in far too long. When it gets to the point that you measure when you last saw friends in years, you know you haven't been making enough effort. I saw an old school friend today who has become, or is in the process of becoming a lawyer. It was really strange, I hadn't seen him in about three years and he didn't seem to have changed a bit, although I'm sure if I spent some time with him things might become apparent. I suppose people retain the same kind of attitude and humour throughout their whole life, and in essence they never really become a different person. I think after the age of about 18 you remain essentially the same character, however much you try to escape that.
Good news. I have begun writing again big style. Started a solo piano piece and a piece for trio. Tenor sax, bass guitar and piano. It was for percussion instead of piano but I was having serious trouble visualising the percussion part, so I just kinda gave up and changed it to piano. If I manage to get it finished there's a chance that it'll be played in New York in February. I also have an open invitation to go and play with ThingNY anytime they've got an opening, which I think I'll be taking up. The flights to New York are very cheap just at the moment and it's a perfect opportunity.
I'm just so contented and warm here at the moment it's hard to come to terms with the fact that I'll have to give it up and return to Glasgow in a couple of weeks or less. I'm starting to seriously consider the fact that my environment in Glasgow is what's making me unhappy there. I'm not sure what it is exactly, but I think it has something directly to do with my flat. Perhaps it's my room or perhaps it's the whole flat there. Maybe it's just a coincidence that the only time I've written music over the last six months has been while I've been in Sussex. I feel comfortable with my method here, as I have easy access to a piano and it's always pretty warm. I know those are basic things but I don't always get that in Glasgow. I seem to make constant excuses to be outside of my flat, and whilst I don't necessarily think that's a negative thing because I get to see people more often, I feel that I am purposefully doing it.
I'm not really sure there's a solution to this, because moving out of my flat is more hassle than it's worth, given that it won't necessarily solve my problem. I do enjoy the company of my flatmates, and I have everything there organised in a method I am comfortable with. It's just not the same as my previous flat. I had a situation there that I was comfortable with and could have continued with indefinitely - my flatmates didn't really bother me, and I had fun with them whenever it was required. I don't think they really understood me or could have got close to me, and I kind of preferred it that way. It became easy for me to have my own space when I needed it. I also enjoyed being in the West End, as I knew the neighbourhood, there were shops there I like and knew, and also good coffee shops.
Anyway I'm off to London for the day tomorrow to see another friend I haven't seen in far too long. When it gets to the point that you measure when you last saw friends in years, you know you haven't been making enough effort. I saw an old school friend today who has become, or is in the process of becoming a lawyer. It was really strange, I hadn't seen him in about three years and he didn't seem to have changed a bit, although I'm sure if I spent some time with him things might become apparent. I suppose people retain the same kind of attitude and humour throughout their whole life, and in essence they never really become a different person. I think after the age of about 18 you remain essentially the same character, however much you try to escape that.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Getting light
It's not quite getting light, especially as it's the middle of the night, but it may be by the time I finish this post. I feel the need to justify everything at the moment. Perhaps that's a natural inclination, due to the fact that I feel I need to give some sort of purpose or justification to everything I do in life. It's only when I'm truly distracted that I forget about these things. The problem there lies in the fact that I know I have problems, but that I also know they are insignificant in the grand scheme of things. My problems are relative to my own existence, and become meaningless when the smallest of things change. For instance, applying them to another would never work. Even if I step outside of my personal existence for a moment, or something happens to me they disappear immediately, yet somehow they remain persistent and loom dreadfully, affecting my ability to carry on with life and create some sense of achievement.
Perhaps it's just about getting round to doing something. I have naturally cut many of the elements of contemporary living out of my life so I have more time to do things when I'm busy, but then when I'm not busy, life weighs down on me heavily and I'm not able to carry out the things I have been wishing to do during my daydreaming at work. What really have I cut out? Television disappeared easily and with very little pain, playing computer games naturally became less interesting, and I seem to be going to the cinema far less than I used to. To what end? I manage to fill the time with things I apparently consider more worthwhile - reading and making good food and drinking coffee. Where does that desire to do my own work go? It exists so vividly whilst staring at the work computer screen, but immediately disappears in my cold Glasgow flat when the sun drifts out of the sky.
I am currently in Merston again, and things perpetually distract me here from writing music, such as engagements with my parents, applications for PhDs and suchlike. It makes me wonder why I struggle so to make time to write music and then fritter it away lardying round doing jack all. Perhaps I'm being pessimistic. The occasion of my laptop being stolen has made me realise that I need to restructure my approach to composition, and not just rely on age old techniques that were mislearnt in the first place. I need to start trusting my intuition when I write on paper and start being proud of the music I write in order to get it performed.
Nothing's stopping me from *not* doing music at the moment. I have a keen interest in visual art, which only seems to be strengthening as time goes on. I guess that could be the hobby which I've been waiting for, or maybe it could be another of my passing interests. I'll just have to wait and see what comes out of it. If all else fails I'm going to concentrate on doing whatever gives me excitement and joy at the particular time. It's not like my life is complicated, but I just seem to find difficulty inspiring myself to do things which have no set structure to work to. I'm partly obsessive about organising time and organising my organisation and being places on time, but I never plan my work, or the time I'm going to spend composing down to the last minute. For instance I know tomorrow that I'm going to get up, make coffee for some guests who are arriving, fill in some parts of the PhD application forms, and hopefully go into town to buy some nice paper to print my scores on for the submission. I haven't set aside any time for composition, so it's just going to happen whenever I feel like taking a break from staring at paper to go and sit in front of the piano with score paper.
I will need to structure this holiday if I'm going to do all the work which I need to. Let's start by saying I'll do one PhD application per day, not counting doing the binding of the scores and copying of CDs and DVDs, which can be done together. Then I'll be sorted and I can write down all those ideas that have been festering in my mind about the trio.
I spent the weekend in London enjoying myself, and it was a necessary liberation from everything that had come before. I was knackered but I needed to step out and forget about the rigmarole of Glasgow life. Although I promised myself I'd leave Glasgow as soon as I could after finishing college, I'm now well into my second year there and opportunities are presenting themselves to me after so much hard work. London was a major change of scenery, and intruiged me as to what sort of life I could build for myself there. I guess what interested me is the infinite possibilites there, especially when studying for an arts PhD. I'd feel at home there, even though it's not my home town - there is something I feel about being alienated in Glasgow, like I don't belong or that there's no true reflection of my personality in anything I try and stamp myself . It's something to do with not being able to force myself to be myself. I lapse too easily into acting and fail to enjoy whatever it is I'm doing when it happens. I've got to work on selling myself: it's the hardest sale of all.
Perhaps it's just about getting round to doing something. I have naturally cut many of the elements of contemporary living out of my life so I have more time to do things when I'm busy, but then when I'm not busy, life weighs down on me heavily and I'm not able to carry out the things I have been wishing to do during my daydreaming at work. What really have I cut out? Television disappeared easily and with very little pain, playing computer games naturally became less interesting, and I seem to be going to the cinema far less than I used to. To what end? I manage to fill the time with things I apparently consider more worthwhile - reading and making good food and drinking coffee. Where does that desire to do my own work go? It exists so vividly whilst staring at the work computer screen, but immediately disappears in my cold Glasgow flat when the sun drifts out of the sky.
I am currently in Merston again, and things perpetually distract me here from writing music, such as engagements with my parents, applications for PhDs and suchlike. It makes me wonder why I struggle so to make time to write music and then fritter it away lardying round doing jack all. Perhaps I'm being pessimistic. The occasion of my laptop being stolen has made me realise that I need to restructure my approach to composition, and not just rely on age old techniques that were mislearnt in the first place. I need to start trusting my intuition when I write on paper and start being proud of the music I write in order to get it performed.
Nothing's stopping me from *not* doing music at the moment. I have a keen interest in visual art, which only seems to be strengthening as time goes on. I guess that could be the hobby which I've been waiting for, or maybe it could be another of my passing interests. I'll just have to wait and see what comes out of it. If all else fails I'm going to concentrate on doing whatever gives me excitement and joy at the particular time. It's not like my life is complicated, but I just seem to find difficulty inspiring myself to do things which have no set structure to work to. I'm partly obsessive about organising time and organising my organisation and being places on time, but I never plan my work, or the time I'm going to spend composing down to the last minute. For instance I know tomorrow that I'm going to get up, make coffee for some guests who are arriving, fill in some parts of the PhD application forms, and hopefully go into town to buy some nice paper to print my scores on for the submission. I haven't set aside any time for composition, so it's just going to happen whenever I feel like taking a break from staring at paper to go and sit in front of the piano with score paper.
I will need to structure this holiday if I'm going to do all the work which I need to. Let's start by saying I'll do one PhD application per day, not counting doing the binding of the scores and copying of CDs and DVDs, which can be done together. Then I'll be sorted and I can write down all those ideas that have been festering in my mind about the trio.
I spent the weekend in London enjoying myself, and it was a necessary liberation from everything that had come before. I was knackered but I needed to step out and forget about the rigmarole of Glasgow life. Although I promised myself I'd leave Glasgow as soon as I could after finishing college, I'm now well into my second year there and opportunities are presenting themselves to me after so much hard work. London was a major change of scenery, and intruiged me as to what sort of life I could build for myself there. I guess what interested me is the infinite possibilites there, especially when studying for an arts PhD. I'd feel at home there, even though it's not my home town - there is something I feel about being alienated in Glasgow, like I don't belong or that there's no true reflection of my personality in anything I try and stamp myself . It's something to do with not being able to force myself to be myself. I lapse too easily into acting and fail to enjoy whatever it is I'm doing when it happens. I've got to work on selling myself: it's the hardest sale of all.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Christmas cheer
Winter. I have not written here for four months and life is mightily different from when I last checked. Christmas is almost upon me and there have been some massive changes. I don't know where to begin to try to illustrate what has happened.
I'm living back in Glasgow, and at the moment sitting listening to the rain beat against the windows, and working on a Statement in Support of Application for a PhD at Goldsmiths. Second year running that I've been working on PhD applications, and it seems like I never really finished doing it last time. It seems like a never-ending struggle to keep people interested in anything I'm doing.
Talking about other things, I haven't written a note for ages. Well, that's not strictly true. I had been working on the score for Before/After but my laptop was stolen so I lost all I've done on it. I'm also working on a score for ThingNY but that's going equally as slowly, I think mainly due to my being frightened of actually setting pen to paper.
I'm living back in Glasgow, and at the moment sitting listening to the rain beat against the windows, and working on a Statement in Support of Application for a PhD at Goldsmiths. Second year running that I've been working on PhD applications, and it seems like I never really finished doing it last time. It seems like a never-ending struggle to keep people interested in anything I'm doing.
Talking about other things, I haven't written a note for ages. Well, that's not strictly true. I had been working on the score for Before/After but my laptop was stolen so I lost all I've done on it. I'm also working on a score for ThingNY but that's going equally as slowly, I think mainly due to my being frightened of actually setting pen to paper.
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