[silence] Petr Kotik's Umbilical Cord

[Ingvar Loco Nordin]

I understand much better now why Petr Kotik was so upset about a  
discussed, coming performance of Atlas Eclipticalis with Winter Music  
in Stockholm back in May. Had I read this text before that concert,  
I'd never brought it up for discussion, and especially not with  
Petr... Turned out the concert and the recording of it became  
extremely fine, very beautiful. No doubt, Petr wouldn't have agreed.  
It's about religion, about Jehovah's Witnesses and oppression. "...he  
not busy being born is busy dying"

Loco

11 dec 2008 kl. 21.53 skrev Glenn Freeman:

> John Saylor wrote:
>
>> hi
>>
>> On Thu, Dec 11, 2008 at 3:23 PM, Glenn Freeman
>> <glenn@ogreogress.com> wrote:
>>> The really great
>>> music can endure such changes, becoming the 'classical music' of the
>>> future and thus free of the limitations of tradition.
>>
>> 'classical' music is a marketing term.
>
> in regard to cage, is 'music' also a marketing term?
>
>> why should we care about the future [shouldn't we try to make a  
>> better
>> present (musically)] ?
>
> caring is an emotion and this whole idea of better ... hmm. however,
> composers who take the time to carefully notate music on paper are, by
> definition, relating themselves with the future.
>
>> and, if you take a cage score and 'misinterpret' it [according to
>> kotik], but make music that you and others find compelling- what's
>> wrong with that?
>
> you will have to ask kotik, who admits to misinterpreting cage for
> exactly such reasons.
>
> Glenn Freeman
> OgreOgress productions
> http://ogreogress.com
>
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Inget är som det förefaller. Kroppen, t.ex., sedd som materia, är en  
påse organ och några liter blod, i en ordning som gör 70 års "levande"  
möjligt – men i en ständig, sekund för sekund, förändring.
Sedd på ett annat sätt är materien tomhet; tunna slingor  
elementarpartiklar (som i sig själva kanske bara är en slags  
vibrerande frekvenser) målade i rymden: ett sanslöst spelande för  
gallerierna.

  Jag gillar att se världen så; som en hägring, tom och lätt, målad i  
rymden: tomhet i tomhet. Alltså är verkligheten andlig. Materien –  
eller kanske idén om materien – ska bara ge spelrum.