<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733497712547277544</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:38:03.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical creation in real time</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathofmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5733497712547277544/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathofmusic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078808351609322336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4nlT1tXc8I/STXAihxV7hI/AAAAAAAAABs/d8fGz20f2As/S220/1977ed.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733497712547277544.post-722045979057064722</id><published>2011-02-24T18:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-24T18:53:39.427Z</updated><title type='text'>Music No Object</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After almost two years absence I received a very beautiful and appreciative email from someone who had read the three texts I included dating from 1999. So I decided to return with some more texts, this time from 1998! They form part of a book project which is still alive and well, even after such a long hibernation. The texts are the fruit of some profound thinking on the subject of musical values and their preservation, and even if they require some careful reading to be fully understood, they are central to the theme of this blog. Here is a first instalment:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="'font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;1.&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;The world of "serious" music continues to exist under the influence of attitudes that came into being centuries ago. Many an individual composer, performer or impresario has sought to develop new and more open or creative relationships between those who provide and those who enjoy music, and yet these efforts have usually only had a limited or local impact because of the strength of underlying cultural influences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="'font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="'font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;2.&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;Any attempt to develop genuinely new and more fruitful paths for the future may very well involve an examination of these underlying attitudes and an attempt to trace their true origins. It is my belief that much which we consider as differentiating our modern artistic world from that of the nineteenth century can be more usefully seen as an extension of the latter – often an exposition, as it were, of the negative side of&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the same picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="'font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="'font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;3.&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;In order to see this more clearly it is useful, I believe, to cast a glance at some of the intellectual developments in the German-speaking world of the 1790s, which constituted perhaps a revolution as big in the cultural sphere as was the French Revolution in the political sphere. And just as we may now be witnessing (in the context of the European Union) the realisation, however imperfectly, of political dreams that came to the surface in that era, so perhaps we may now be in a position to consider some possibilities in the cultural field which were articulated in that same period but which, under the impact of other more enticing developments, have lain more or less dormant ever since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5733497712547277544-722045979057064722?l=breathofmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathofmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/722045979057064722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5733497712547277544&amp;postID=722045979057064722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5733497712547277544/posts/default/722045979057064722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5733497712547277544/posts/default/722045979057064722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathofmusic.blogspot.com/2011/02/music-no-object.html' title='Music No Object'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078808351609322336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4nlT1tXc8I/STXAihxV7hI/AAAAAAAAABs/d8fGz20f2As/S220/1977ed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733497712547277544.post-3178632117033566482</id><published>2009-05-31T17:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T17:53:34.055+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Group improvisation session</title><content type='html'>Here is the first of four recordings made on Friday 29th May, during our improvisation session. Clarinet, Nélio Silva - Harp, David Rodrigues - Percussion, Rudolfo Freitas - Piano, Nicholas McNair (myself). The recording is in Windows Media Audio format (wma).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5733497712547277544-3178632117033566482?l=breathofmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.box.net/shared/ga5l599dqn' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathofmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/3178632117033566482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5733497712547277544&amp;postID=3178632117033566482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5733497712547277544/posts/default/3178632117033566482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5733497712547277544/posts/default/3178632117033566482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathofmusic.blogspot.com/2009/05/group-improvisation-session.html' title='Group improvisation session'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078808351609322336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4nlT1tXc8I/STXAihxV7hI/AAAAAAAAABs/d8fGz20f2As/S220/1977ed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733497712547277544.post-4417432602710586951</id><published>2008-07-09T18:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T18:38:51.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'>3 texts from 1999: 3 - Art the dictator</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span
 style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span
 style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Art
is the dictator when the dead artist rules. &lt;br&gt;
When the dead artist rules, there can be no question. &lt;br&gt;
There can be no question so one must obey. &lt;br&gt;
The reward of obedience is beauty. &lt;br&gt;
Beauty without obedience is false. &lt;br&gt;
Beauty belongs to the dead artist. &lt;br&gt;
Beauty belongs to the past. &lt;br&gt;
The present is ugly because we are ugly. &lt;br&gt;
The present is ugly because it is the present. &lt;br&gt;
The past was beautiful. &lt;br&gt;
We do not deserve the past. &lt;br&gt;
That is why we are living now. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
The living artist seeks self-worth. &lt;br&gt;
He knows the dead artist rules. &lt;br&gt;
So naturally he must rule too. &lt;br&gt;
He rules through his art. &lt;br&gt;
So his art is dead before it is born. &lt;br&gt;
Anything else would be questionable. &lt;br&gt;
Beauty is questionable. &lt;br&gt;
Questions are dangerous. &lt;br&gt;
Answers are dangerous. &lt;br&gt;
Answers imply understanding. &lt;br&gt;
To be understood is to be vulnerable. &lt;br&gt;
It is better to die first. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;copy; Devil&amp;rsquo;s Advocate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5733497712547277544-4417432602710586951?l=breathofmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathofmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/4417432602710586951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5733497712547277544&amp;postID=4417432602710586951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5733497712547277544/posts/default/4417432602710586951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5733497712547277544/posts/default/4417432602710586951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathofmusic.blogspot.com/2008/07/texts-from-1999-3-art-dictator.html' title='3 texts from 1999: 3 - Art the dictator'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078808351609322336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4nlT1tXc8I/STXAihxV7hI/AAAAAAAAABs/d8fGz20f2As/S220/1977ed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733497712547277544.post-8558114250584699885</id><published>2008-07-09T17:42:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T17:51:28.360+01:00</updated><title type='text'>3 texts from 1999: 2 - Not the same piece</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;When
a musician sits and plays a piece of
Schubert &lt;br&gt;
it is not the same piece which Schubert wrote. &lt;br&gt;
When he wrote it, it was not an object but a process, &lt;br&gt;
through which he gave feeling to the world; &lt;br&gt;
but with the passage of time it became an object, &lt;br&gt;
the object of manipulation.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Feeling
is universal - it
belongs to us all. &lt;br&gt;
Schubert speaks for us all, &lt;br&gt;
and if we attribute certain feelings to Schubert &lt;br&gt;
it is because we are afraid to own them ourselves, &lt;br&gt;
preferring to handle them through the filter of history. &lt;br
 style=""&gt;
&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Is
it possible for a player to play without
manipulation? &lt;br&gt;
That depends on his motivation. &lt;br&gt;
His sincerity must match Schubert&amp;rsquo;s sincerity, &lt;br&gt;
and then maybe Schubert can help him to express himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5733497712547277544-8558114250584699885?l=breathofmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathofmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/8558114250584699885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5733497712547277544&amp;postID=8558114250584699885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5733497712547277544/posts/default/8558114250584699885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5733497712547277544/posts/default/8558114250584699885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathofmusic.blogspot.com/2008/07/3-texts-from-1999-2-not-same-piece.html' title='3 texts from 1999: 2 - Not the same piece'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078808351609322336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4nlT1tXc8I/STXAihxV7hI/AAAAAAAAABs/d8fGz20f2As/S220/1977ed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733497712547277544.post-4531122561542602691</id><published>2008-07-07T15:08:00.017+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T18:01:34.467+01:00</updated><title type='text'>3 texts from 1999: 1 - Music belongs to the listener</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span
 style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span
 style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;If
the listener owns the music &lt;br&gt;
then all is changed. &lt;br&gt;
If the listener owns the music &lt;br&gt;
he knows his rights. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
But he must also recognise &lt;br&gt;
the rights of every other; &lt;br&gt;
and everyone can accept &lt;br&gt;
what the other knows as true. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
He can say &amp;ldquo;I accept &lt;br&gt;
your truth as true for you &lt;br&gt;
but retain my truth &lt;br&gt;
as true for me&amp;hellip; &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
We agree not to differ &lt;br&gt;
but rather to expand &lt;br&gt;
our understanding of what &lt;br&gt;
the TRUTH may be. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
We agree to believe &lt;br&gt;
that the TRUTH is far bigger &lt;br&gt;
than anything &lt;br&gt;
that anyONE can see.&amp;rdquo; &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Art need not be a battleground &lt;br&gt;
where people lose self-worth &lt;br&gt;
but rather a marvellous labyrinth &lt;br&gt;
where souls can meet on earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5733497712547277544-4531122561542602691?l=breathofmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathofmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/4531122561542602691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5733497712547277544&amp;postID=4531122561542602691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5733497712547277544/posts/default/4531122561542602691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5733497712547277544/posts/default/4531122561542602691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathofmusic.blogspot.com/2008/07/3-texts-from-1999-1-music-belongs-to.html' title='3 texts from 1999: 1 - Music belongs to the listener'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078808351609322336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4nlT1tXc8I/STXAihxV7hI/AAAAAAAAABs/d8fGz20f2As/S220/1977ed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733497712547277544.post-1191956403249546640</id><published>2008-05-27T09:49:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T10:08:03.903+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The communicative power of improvisation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A few days ago I received a comment on Youtube from an American pianist, who said he had heard my music years ago. I was curious to know under what circumstances he had come across my improvisations, and wrote to ask. He sent me the following, which I reproduce here, both in gratitude for a personal testimonial (which I value very much) and because it is a tribute to the art of improvisation and its power to communicate.


&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"It was about 6 years ago now since i first heard your piano improv music. I quite by accident downloaded some of your piano improvisations. They've been a source of deep inspiration for me. I've probably listened to them hundreds of times over the years. i think i got them from mp3 dot com. Since hearing your stuff i've been inspired to express myself in a way that was totally authentic - i.e. not necessarily needing to conform to a certain style, but not being afraid to use the sounds typical of certain styles. My connection to music has been greatly deepened in part because of my exposure to your playing. Basically, your music helped me realize that music is first an aural tradition - purely a product of heart, soul, and mind - and then that music can be written down. So it greatly inspired and heartened a young man who was overwhelmed by the immensity of the musical field."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5733497712547277544-1191956403249546640?l=breathofmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathofmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/1191956403249546640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5733497712547277544&amp;postID=1191956403249546640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5733497712547277544/posts/default/1191956403249546640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5733497712547277544/posts/default/1191956403249546640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathofmusic.blogspot.com/2008/05/testimonial.html' title='The communicative power of improvisation'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078808351609322336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4nlT1tXc8I/STXAihxV7hI/AAAAAAAAABs/d8fGz20f2As/S220/1977ed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733497712547277544.post-5146168323794528638</id><published>2008-05-11T14:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T15:02:25.327+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Breath of music</title><content type='html'>The name in the web address of this blog – breath of music – derives from a tiny introit for the choir of Canterbury Cathedral for which I wrote both the text and the music:
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;In this solemn place
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;We sing - &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;To the bare bone&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"     &gt;Of this building of stone&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;  text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;We bring&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;Breath of music&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;Breath of music&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;And the word becomes flesh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why did I choose this as a title? Because for me it is an apt illustration of where the power of music lies, and it provides a possible path for gaining access to our own expressive powers, closely linked as they are to our physical feelings and sensations. By taking command of our sensations, we can begin to direct our own emotional states, instead of being simply at their mercy. Here we have a clue as to the nature of the present – it can be passive and a victim, or active and a creator. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The passive present is a mere receptacle of effects from the past, and will serve to promote a repetition of what has already been. It is naturally reinforced by a lack of self-confidence, or by any other belief which undermines our primary subjective reality.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The active present is the fruit of our full acceptance of our own subjective reality, as being the true source of existence. This radical acceptance of the subjective element as the permanent foundation of our lives is one of the cornerstones of “quantum” theories of being, which take as their point of departure analogies to the Heisenberg principle, Observer effect, and other aspects aired in discussions on quantum mechanics. Stated simply, our experience of the world and truth is our own, and neither can nor should be equated to that of someone else. So if we cannot separate ourselves from our own subjectivity, because in reality that subjectivity is an integral part of our reality, then we must also cease to downgrade it – which is what our collective cultural heritage has, in effect, encouraged us to do until now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is this undermining of our subjective sense of Presence which, more than anything else, causes us to lose the Ariadne’s thread of our existence and wander aimlessly in the Labyrinth, with little more for our sustenance than the hope of avoiding the hidden monster at its centre.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5733497712547277544-5146168323794528638?l=breathofmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathofmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/5146168323794528638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5733497712547277544&amp;postID=5146168323794528638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5733497712547277544/posts/default/5146168323794528638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5733497712547277544/posts/default/5146168323794528638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathofmusic.blogspot.com/2008/05/breath-of-music.html' title='Breath of music'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078808351609322336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4nlT1tXc8I/STXAihxV7hI/AAAAAAAAABs/d8fGz20f2As/S220/1977ed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733497712547277544.post-8165220920240063826</id><published>2008-04-14T14:28:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T15:11:04.417+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Do we deserve to play well?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If we think we do not deserve something, it will not matter how hard we try - conviction will be lacking and our desires will fail to materialise. So say the gurus of Quantum Resonance theory, the new wave of the New Age philosophy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I believe in my powers of improvisation because for me the act of shaping music in real time is (or can be) arguably the most authentic experience (and I have many others) of my existence as a musician. I have faced all the bugbears which told me that improvisation is by its nature of little worth and doomed to failure as a compositional technique.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is an understandable judgement, to conclude that it is not possible, at one sitting and without forethought, to achieve genuine expression to the point of communicating in a valuable way to an audience. We are more or less programmed to think this way, which is why comparatively few people dare to challenge this conception. Hand in hand with this idea comes a more general one, that even interpreting other people's music must be fully planned in advance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;To face this attitude head-on we need to believe in ourselves, and, just as importantly, to affirm the power of the Present - which is, after all, the only moment in which we can truly act. It is my belief that the true expressive power of music is deeply connected to this sense of the Present, either as an act of interpretation or as an act of spontaneous creation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;For this reason, I believe that the practice of improvisation, far from being simply the poor relation of composition, can play a vitally important role in musical life, and can actually help us to reconstruct our primary relationship to sound. This is something all of us have, and no amount of negative comparisons with others ("he/she plays better, faster, more expressively," etc.) will rob us of the right to be comfortable with our own creations.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5733497712547277544-8165220920240063826?l=breathofmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathofmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/8165220920240063826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5733497712547277544&amp;postID=8165220920240063826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5733497712547277544/posts/default/8165220920240063826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5733497712547277544/posts/default/8165220920240063826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathofmusic.blogspot.com/2008/04/do-we-deserve-to-play-well.html' title='Do we deserve to play well?'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078808351609322336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4nlT1tXc8I/STXAihxV7hI/AAAAAAAAABs/d8fGz20f2As/S220/1977ed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733497712547277544.post-2750643482185876405</id><published>2008-03-30T21:15:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T14:21:25.233+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiencing our eternal presence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Since I began this weblog three months ago a new one, The Gentle Muse, was born and can be found &lt;a href="http://www.nicholasmcnair.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I am reserving this space for the growing community of improvisers who wish to share my insights and enthusiasm for this essential musical activity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;In improvising we learn at first hand not only about music but about ourselves as well; these insights can change our lives completely by casting new light on our nature and the way we perceive the world. Here is a video showing how one woman neuroscientist's life was altered for ever by a dramatic personal experience of how the brain works. It speaks to all of us. (For problems with loading or larger screen view &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UyyjU8fzEYU"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;
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For a while, they're letting you &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.simpleology.com/training/blogging/index.php"&gt;snag it for free&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; if you post about it on your blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It covers:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The best blogging techniques.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to get traffic to your blog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to turn your blog into money.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll let you know what I think once I've had a chance to check it out. Meanwhile, go grab yours while it's still free.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5733497712547277544-7837043690533312540?l=breathofmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathofmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/7837043690533312540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5733497712547277544&amp;postID=7837043690533312540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5733497712547277544/posts/default/7837043690533312540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5733497712547277544/posts/default/7837043690533312540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathofmusic.blogspot.com/2007/12/simpleology-way-of-organising-ones.html' title='Simpleology - a way of organising one&apos;s working life'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078808351609322336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4nlT1tXc8I/STXAihxV7hI/AAAAAAAAABs/d8fGz20f2As/S220/1977ed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733497712547277544.post-3118453429657036871</id><published>2007-12-25T20:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-25T20:14:31.650Z</updated><title type='text'>Welcome/Bemvindo!</title><content type='html'>Christmas day and a very new adventure for me, which I would like to be multilingual and find its way around the one world to all those who know the world is one, and that music is for all. Bemvindos e boas festas! May music reach our true emotions and remind us of who we are and where we come from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5733497712547277544-3118453429657036871?l=breathofmusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathofmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/3118453429657036871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5733497712547277544&amp;postID=3118453429657036871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5733497712547277544/posts/default/3118453429657036871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5733497712547277544/posts/default/3118453429657036871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathofmusic.blogspot.com/2007/12/welcomebemvindo.html' title='Welcome/Bemvindo!'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05078808351609322336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K4nlT1tXc8I/STXAihxV7hI/AAAAAAAAABs/d8fGz20f2As/S220/1977ed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
