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Dear Guests, Welcome to my blog which I treat like a creative garden where I regularly plant and change this and that be it poetry, philosophy, an Oboe Brilliance lesson, an essay of some kind, or a journal about composing. Visit every Monday for oboe coaching which is also helpful for many melodic instrumentalists. Musically yours, Kathryn
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"How do you compose?" That is the most commonly asked question I hear.
This blog is a window into my creative process and philosophies as a composer and instrumentalist. At times it may contain music, photos, and poetry as well. May you enjoy, return, and benefit!   My Archives  September 2010 August 2010 July 2010 June 2010 May 2010 April 2010 March 2010 February 2010 January 2010 December 2009 November 2009 October 2009 September 2009 August 2009 July 2009
beyond objectification
intellectual and creative freedom A rose for Zaynab/ and Sufism to the dance The purpose of art Lamentations - when my armor broke away The 5 step focus About the "In adoration of the earth" music How my life review during a near death experience influences my composing My philosophy about intruments especially the trombone "Celestial Light Ringing" In adoration of the earth Dreams of the White Horse About the music currently on the home page composing as swimming through emotions Emotional vitality through musical medicine learned by giving birth Oboe Suite Inspiration June 2009 May 2009 April 2009 March 2009 February 2009 |
This evening I heard a loud boom. I thought it was an electrical box. Soon there after, I heard a nother, then another. Sometimes I hear a chain popping. I kept hearing more bangs and booms only sounding more life guns, very big guns.
Sometimes I do hear gun shots, or electical boxes blowing. It happens on occasion, but tongith, I kept hearing more. It sounded bad, as if someone was letting it rip. Fortunately, it was the beginning of a fireworks display at the Grove Park Inn, which I live near here in Asheville NC. Before I knew that, I experienced some interesting thoughts about how my maternal Grandparents home and stone wall which was built upon by every generation for a long time was bombed by the Nazi's. I thought about how SO many people, generations, and cultures have experienced violent violations within their own homes, killed, rounded up, because some intoleratnt bullies were exercising arrogance violently. The fire works were beautiful. In fact, very beautiful. I could see them well from my porch. I was relieved. The other day I heard a strange voice over a loudspeaker off of Charlotte Str that was a test, not a true emergency. I had never heard anything of the sort before. I'm writing to express that I feel very grateful to live in a time and place where I can explore various thought systems, theologies, philosophies and disciplines should I choose to do so. I'm writing to express the harm of expressions of intolerance. It's one thing to have personal taste, personal ideas, but to condemn or disrespect others because they do not share your taste or point of view I think is in fact violent to this precious freedom. I think to ridicule someone with a different perspective is intellectual and emotional violence. I don't think that freedom of thought and speech means it's okay to harm others verbally. I do believe it's now more important than ever to share our diverse viewpoints in a collarborative rather than adversely. Verbal disrespectful adversity preceeds physical violence, and is emotionally violent as well as intellectually violent. As people we can exchange differing beliefs, viewpoints, and such without violence or assuming for an instant one person's judgement is superior or inferior to another. If we humans really are only using an average of 2% of our brain, then I feel we have all the more reason to listen and learn from each other. Okay, so what does this have to do with composing. Well, from my perspective, everything! I'm thrilled to have the green light culturally to explore new forms of thought artistically. Yesterday (July 25th) was an exciting day for me as I explored new approaches to creating sounds sculptures, and cogitating on new ways to structure my imagination sonically on the written page as well. While there are pros and cons to being a composer in a capitalist society at this time, I can create and sell without the dictation or commission from a religious body, or political system. The "ruling class" in a capitalistic society does not have to be the mainstream all the time when it comes to music, however it is most tricky. I was first taught composition by Karel Husa, so this is a sensitive issue on my radar. Enough for now. Musically Yours, Kathryn |
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