Black keys and white keys, harmony and disintegration, steps and waves. The album 'Einbaum' slips through the fingers but leaves a warm feeling, just like sand on Malhao Beach.
Nine musical pieces take an imaginative journey from the dry and stark soundscapes of the Gobi-desert to the solitude of Saint Joseph's Land in the Arctic circle via the foam-crested waters of Drake's Passage. The music gives hints and creates spaces, sets a course but lets the mind run free like a loose sail. 'Einbaum' translates as dugout-canoe and maybe this is an apt vessel for floating in these sparse piano structures and ephemeral synthesizer colorings.
Revising is Revisiting.
Currently I am revising my upcoming novel 'Tannhäuser Gate' for the umptiest time. Although I enjoy cutting the fat and trimming the script to a hopefully neat and toned structure, it still feels like traveling back to the places you have been visiting for almost too many times before. It gets harder and harder to spot new angles and unseen perspectives because you amble towards your same favorite cafe, because you are drawn to the same hidden beach, because you drive down your own memory lane.
How to get out of this conundrum? Well, fuck knows.
Maybe by scribbling a few lines of how to get out of that conundrum.
So here we are...
As a musician and producer I am used to avoiding attachment to specific recording-takes, certain arrangements, instrumentations or any other part of the production just because I or any other musician invested this and that much time to come up with a particular idea. I always tell myself: So what. If it don't gel, bin it. Get to the bones of the song, well, get to the marrow in fact because that is where the blood is made. (parts at least). And strip the rest like a drug-dealer at customs. For music it seems to work and I've become somewhat skilled at this (pat that back, pat it…)
But there is one big difference between music and literature: The average song runs for about 3 to 5 minutes, that's it. Finito, Thank you very much. A book is a much more elaborate construct, a substantially taller order.
So one needs to put a lot more distance between the work and oneself, be that in terms of time or a as a psychological construct by abstracting the structure, the plot and the characters. Any tips for doing this? I would be gratefully endeared...