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The Universal Language

I am sitting here listening to Nick Cave and the Badseeds: “Lyre of Orpheus”. Oh momma. I like songs that refer to mythology and literature. I also like Nick Cave, so, this song, is, of course, near orgasmic.

That is what I need though, an instrument that sounds so beautiful that I kill people by playing it. Can you imagine such a sound? (Obviously not, but I’m sure the concept is within grasp.) To die in such a way would be amazing. You have just experienced something so perfect that your brain explodes. Not only that, but it is so universally perfect that anyone who listens to it goes into an orgasmic brain implosion.

I love music. Like so many people before me have stated, it is the universal language. So, if there was to be one thing considered universally perfect, it would have to come out of either music or math. (Both Universal Languages.) In a vague way, music is math. It is simply base eight math. Sets, Subsets and patterns exist within this base eight system and can be manipulated with it.

Some psychologists think that children who learn to play an instrument and read music from an early age are better at math. I think it can also be reversed. Children who are good at math can be very good at music; at least musical theory. I reached the point where I could look at any series of key signatures and see the patterns in my head. Of course, making my fingers do what my brain sees is where the practice came in.

The ability to see and understand patterns is handy when playing with improvisation. I do miss playing every day. If I really wanted to I could make the time to play every day again, so I suppose I don’t miss it enough to get my ass back into practice. Also, it is rather dull to play Improv alone. Especially when you play bass and don’t have the skills of Victor Wootin or Bela Fleck.

I’ve given myself over to the math language rather than the musical language. This alienates me from many musicians. Ah well, I suppose I should resign myself to garage jam sessions with other out of practice musicians playing bad covers of 80’s new wave.

Oh momma.

Posted by Utopia at October 27, 2005 11:59 AM

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Interesting. You relate music to math. I'm terrible with math, however I live formulaically (if that's even a word). When I write and produce music, I do it by a formula. Mostly every song I've written is nearly the same formula:

Intro
Verse
Verse
Verse
Bridge
Chorus
Verse
Verse
Verse
Bridge
Chorus
Verse
Verse
Verse
Bridge
Chorus
Bridge
Chorus
Fade.

The end varies depending on the mood of the song. When I get in studio its similar when it comes down to the production process. Basically, that's the only way I can understand music composition as I have had no formal training and can't read or write notes. Oh yea... I don't really play anything either. Tunes come to my head (like patches) and I glue them all together. Somewhat like a jigsaw puzzle. So to see someone write about how it's like math makes me tingle.

Viva la language universale!

Posted by: Darkstar at October 27, 2005 04:39 PM


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