hmm, i met this man at the coffee shop with a fascinating mind. in
trying to find the root of my mysterious attraction to languages he
started in on this grand metaphor of the transcendent quality of
music. he said the magic of a piece of music is not in the note
itself, but rather it's what happens inbetween the notes. yeah,
so, a brilliant musician is brilliant not for what he plays but for
what he doesn't play... he never really finished the metaphor
or the comparison, but i guess what he was getting at was
that both language and music are in this one sense very
mathmatical and formulaic, but really they are mostly
this abstract, unfathomable interaction of ideas. so,
we can learn our scales and memorize our
grammatical structures. but we're really
not touching the essence of these
things. their beauty is
transcendent.
may i speak
less. and
strum
less.
more.
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