I’ve been writing some stuff on the melodic line, how ‘the unbroken line’ gets talked about in music mostly, and a bit in art. Also writing about critical autobiographical acts and narratable selves (Adriana Cavarero). I don’t have that here now, sorry! In fact I’m all out of words today — I reached my word count earlier in the day.
Here is a suburban lament, it has melody, harmony but some things just sound out of place and awry. The ‘aulos‘ was a reeded wind instrument played during the classical and Hellenic Greek period. According to some it sounded shrill and players puffed their cheeks out with effort. As Robin James points out, Plato hated it as it could never be proportionate and harmonious, and like women’s bodies it was considered unruly and immoderate. There’s some of that immoderation here I hope. I made the guitar line first, seeing it as ‘the unbroken line’ the kind of urge to keep connection going in a world of fragments. Then I heard the sounds I wanted to accompany the guitar line and I played them in on flute and clarinet. One of the flute lines has a guitar pedal as its fuzz processor, the other is a digital process. Playing is getting a bit easier if I do it in bite sizes, which is nice.