zaterdag 3 maart 2012
Crazy, huh? Now get into overdrive and you get half beats: eighths. Still that word looks wrong, but I've checked and at least óne dictionary says that is the proper way to spell it. Still it looks wrong. Over-achieving.
Just like a large part of this piece. Eighths marching on, twofold. Two-voice invention I could name it. And it is, mostly. It felt like a race to keep up with the input from who knows where. Compulsive eighths, going on and on. Up to a certain point where my mind just tripped over my hands. Tripped in the oldfashioned sense of stumbling over a rock or threshold ( <--there's another weird spelling of a word if ever...).
That's where Bach's spirit got fed up with tonality, and in Grateful Dead-terms 'Space' starts. And there we're back to the dichotomy of words, even when not intended in the first place. About as intricate as these sentences have braided into strangeness do the compulsive eighths in todays episode. Enjoy.
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