Monday, June 02, 2003

Tonight, as I played, mostly exploring chord structures, just doing the major 5th's, and then just playing, just playing, just hitting notes that sounded good, notes that lead you in and say here's what I meant to say, almost, for me, right now, like an infant figuring out syntax, I closed my eyes and saw crystaline figures, threee dimensional snowflaeks taking shape and forming color in my head, making what was like a pine grove at first, with the moonlight shining through the branches and then a brook in the woods, like some fractal generated from sound, and I'm wondering if there is another brain out there who would see those exact images projected in the mind's eye cinema. And what George Winston must see when he plays, if he sees what he plays. 11:52:55 PM