To: K-list
Recieved: 2001/08/17 09:22
Subject: [K-list] Music Poll Results (Part II)
From: Druout
On 2001/08/17 09:22, Druout posted thus to the K-list:
Part II
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....It's very good to *be* music.
.............
Regarding my experiences with music, I've had many that were
transcendent, that is, ranging from simply enjoyable to emotionally
ecstatic, but I feel I've only had one that was truly mystical, in that
it was born of the music itself as opposed to just being an aspect of an
experience.
In 1976 I went to "An evening of poetry and music with Patti Smith" ... Patti
Smith is very innovative, edgy rock singer and an accomplished neo-beat poet
from
New York. In her interviews she would often express the desire to reach
a state of "total abandon," during her performances... to break through
a "hole in the air" to a timeless dimension.
That night at the Roxy in West Hollywood began with poetry and some of
her earlier, kind of jazzy songs... a few jokes and banter. Then
Hendrix's former drummer took the stage to accompany her on congas...
then a few others joined them.
A rhythm started....
Patti entered an intense steam of consciousness while her guitar player
followed beautifully and effortlessly.
It kept building.... then for an instant, time ceased to exist. The
air... everything.... all reality became pure energy.
Then it passed and I was aware again that I was in a club attending a
very amazing performance on a Saturday night.
I consider this an important mystical experience because is helped
change the course of my life. It showed me the reality of the
transpersonal potential of music and it inspired me to pursue a
rewarding career as a rock music journalist. It was a brief moment that
pushed me forward in several directions. <snip>
Singers and musical styles come and go, but the song goes on forever.
Whether it's a circle of dancers around a tribal drum, a prim and proper
audience enraptured by a finely tuned orchestra... or the wild abandon
of a rock 'n roll club, the mystical is in the ear of the beholder...
and it's the beholders in who's company I feel privileged.
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Depressed one day more than 10 years ago, Peter Gabriel's "Solisbury
Hill" came on the radio.. blew me wide open and helped me make a decision I
hadn't known I needed to make.
Story of most Kundalites, actually..:)
........
Preparing to send a splinter ego into the light, August 1998 was an
emotional rollercoaster as the adult part of me blissed out in a romance
with death, being guided stop by step to manifest an ego death ritual.. and
the very resistant child splinter played the "Terms of endearment" doomed
drama queen. Worn out, I asked for mercy and did a shower tantra ritual.
Midway through the ritual I got "Don't fear the Reaper" blasting through my
head ecstatic!
For the next few weeks Death/my Divine Beloved serenaded me with it,
everytime I needed comfort is blasted me into ecstacy. It showed up in my
head, often and seemed to be playing on the radio, everywhere I went!
Hades was seducing me into ego death.
.........
Other times.. other songs so evocative, coming like a gift of insight to
pave the way to a shift of consciousness. Too many to remember them all..
they still come, the Beloved's serenades, singing a song or a fragment of
song to me to communicate a message, words and emotions as only music can be.
......The body-mind loves music. I dreamt of a delft-blue speckled horse,
that
was asking for music, the radio in a Rain-man like mumbly horse-voice..
metaphor for the body.
There was a thread about a year ago, on what music is especially
K-fired.. the results became an addition to the K-list cybrary.. David
Bowie, Kate Bush and Hildegaard von Bingen are among my favorites
************
I have a few music stories, not too surprisingly, in my career was
as a musician and record producer, ...
When I was five I would go to sleep listening to my father playing
the piano. It was one of my favorite times. One day, a 16 year old neighbor,
was over at our house for some reason or another and my father asked him
to play as he was reputed to be very good. I crawled under the piano
and sat there
utterly transfigured by some "Sturm und Drang" piece that he was thundering
out above my head. It felt like the piano was cracking and exploding like
thunder during a summer storm. I couldn't think at all and was utterly
outside myself. It was the most thrilling experience of my then young life
and it utterly changed me. I was taking piano lessons within the week, and
was consumed for the rest of my childhood and teen years with listening
to and playing music.
My life turned inside out that afternoon, and I was put on a track
that my family came to utterly regret. But that's another story.
************
I wanted to mention a musical one
similar to yours.
I was the same age as you were under your father's piano,
when
my dad took me to a football game. We were making our way
through
the crowd underneath the huge concrete stadium seats when the
marching band came through. My dad put me up on his shoulders so
I
could see. The hugeness of the bass drums reverberating under
those
bleachers was beyond anything I could imagine. Each beat was
permeating my entire being. It kind of short-circuited my
capacity
to think or understand anything and all there was, was this
hugeness, beating its rhythm, filling my whole body and
consciousness.
I know you can relate. And like you, my passion for music
since
that day has never ceased.
It is so amazing to share these stories with you (all). I
have
never told anyone that last one.
End Part II
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