Bitchin' and grumbling about everyday topics on the piano this morning. Slightly annoyed, ironic, meandering, pacing, occasionally anxious, arguing, and a bit pissed off, but still in good humour. This piece is largely inspired by the following deep thought: "Why the heck did I forget to press that freakin' button?" (The REC button when improvising … Continue reading The philosopher complains about life to the piano (incl. piano improvisation recording)
A random tune I improvised when I woke up and got ready for the weekly farmer's market in the village. It's a bit of a musical joke, me hitting piano keys for good morning to render that perked up, slightly excited, big-event gossipy atmosphere in the village. Maybe some of you enjoy a random happy … Continue reading Market Day Blues. An funny improvised piano song about market day in the village.
I can't stand "reading" music, I can't stand sheet music, I can't stand music lessons. You too? I can't play by ear too well either, can't sing on pitch and sometimes find it hard to tune a guitar (I can hear two tones are different, which the heck is higher?). But I still love producing … Continue reading How to learn the piano by feel: grey day meditation. (Improvisation.)
Just for fun. Let go of the paralysis of perfectionism and ego and listen to a few musical characters walking down the street. Featuring today's humorous piano improvisation.
A somewhat questionable post on dance improvisation, body awareness (feeling the internal states and thoughts of the body), proprioception, interoception, and (perhaps) specifically autistic movement needs (from my personal perspective; no general rules). Includes embarrassing dance club stories and a theory on craving movement, weight and resistance as desperately needed proprioceptive grounding when your proprioception is by nature foggy / hypo-sensitive.
It's been hard for me to write this week. Apparently overexposed myself to the sun due to unforeseen events, then had a host of strange symptoms; no health insurance and fear of doctors, living alone and without someone who would hold my hand throughout this strange spell of palpitations, anxiety, vertigo and nausea. Realising yet … Continue reading A journal entry in improvised music