music in monochrome
Today it seems like playing percussion is the artistic equivalent of working in black and white. Everything is texture, contrast, framing, pace, scale, focus, subject, arrangement, pattern. When i create i tend to ignore chord structure, and i tend to ignore color. I leave them up to you
Yet when i take in the world those are the elements i am most attentive to. My ears consistently notice the pitch of windblown leaf-hiss and when burbles in water find their way to a diminishied third. My eyes are always drinking in the subtle greens which ooze out of a sunset somewhere in the transition from ruddy peach to velvet grape, without a cloud to intersect or dry this blending expression of sky.
Perhaps it is on purpose. This distinction may be the way in which i maintain separation between voice and observation as i muddle through creation. Yet i wonder on occasion what the world might sound like if i drew in harmony, what would be visible if i spoke in color.












