But on that day, on that plane, someone else was choosing what came next in my ears.
What a world of solemn thought their monody—or polyphony—or even cacophony—compels! Still your dither for a few moments and listen.
To face where the music is coming from each other, having to somehow find an unspoken connection with another human being, provided me a moment of clarity that I’m not sure I had ever felt.
Much of pop culture’s art is simply on our level, pointing us to nowhere but our own surroundings and thus to nothing with perspective.
Guest blog by Curator contributor Rob Hays. From time to time, out of the blue, you tune in to a favorite tv show, only to be surprised by a curveball: the Very Special Episode. What was once a light-hearted sitcom has elected to take on an important issue like addiction or abuse, and rather than [...]
Contrary to the Romantic notion of the transcendent genius who channels divine inspiration, improvisation is a skill that can be learned through sustained, disciplined practice.
Now I ask you, would you hear a story like that just listening to a CD? I think not.
I have many dreams of many paths. Yet I, stupid little dreamer that I am, had wandered from one of those paths.