#Soundresearch No. 11 - One mic - Oblivion

#Soundresearch No. 11 - One mic - Oblivion

Spodaj tudi v  Slovenskem jeziku.

When you start opening doors, paths begin to show. The thirst for knowledge and exploration grows bigger and the subconscious gets tuned to everything that could be used for your exploration. I once saw on Facebook a recording of the group Oblivion, who, I think, had a rehearsal or concert in a doctor’s consulting room or hospital - it’s been quite some time, so perhaps this information isn’t quite correct . Flamenco guitar Tomi Štanfel and cajon Tjaš Kozlovič, and later on also cello Mary Servatius, sounded an interesting combination for one microphone. I have once again met new people and new music, the latter being something I didn’t even sense existed in the vicinity. How much music hides on the streets, rehearsing rooms or even under your nose, but you don’t notice it because of your beliefs and your focus being directed towards other things. You’re so lost in your thoughts and in your automatisms, that you can’t notice nice things, such as music.

I needed quite some time to heal from the sound. From the apparent quality of sound. So that I stopped observing how drums sounded on the recordings and again started placing in the first place the things music does to me. How it flows, what it speaks and how I feel when I’m near her. The advantages of our knowledge about any industry connected with music, are on the other hand labeling us as narrow, without any colouring. Sounds strange, but it’s true. The illness of a profession. As I’ve said before, being great in your profession is, from another perspective, the same as being very narrow-minded. The electrician sees the wiring in a house, the tiler sees the tile gaps, the teacher sees its own subject, the eye doctor will see defects in your eyes, the dentist in your teeth etc. We are all on one side masters in our professions, but on the other side slaves of our elaborated focus and narrow-mindedness.

The same goes for the music professions - each of us has a super ability and experience that can restrict the exploration of the musical work that lies in front of him. Each mistake could perhaps paint a completely different picture than it would if we only looked from one point of view. In street music that uses a dialect, correcting the grammar of the language and switching to the correct form is to cover the truth and uniqueness that form the street life or a whole population of a city, region or country. I will describe another time all that was done in Slovenia regarding dialects, how they were suppressed and have now become our pride. If I dig a bit deeper I could even say that correcting such mistakes is like parents dressing their child for school in nice clothes, so that nobody would see how they really are. Music is part of us - and we can only notice what it’s like and what it expresses if we look at it as an observer. We stop interfering in how she’s supposed to be and what we like and instead see what came out today and go on towards the final result without judging, even if the whole situation is unpleasant.

That’s what we can call exploring - the exploration of ourselves, not music. Because with the withdrawal of our own patterns, fears and expectations, we can begin to observe a different form of music. One that’s already inside us and that, despite our wishes, sounds different. There begins the state of acceptance and observation. When do we come to music that is pristine and clear, I do not know. But what I am sure of is this: in discovering and in letting the music lead us somewhere where we would not want to go, lies a much bigger chance to find something pure, something that influences the transformation to an audio or any other record as little as possible.

It is similar to raising children - it looks like the music we create. The child and the music are flowers. In the seed lies a wholeness and we stand beside it, so that it doesn’t fester. But only “it” knows what kind of flower it will become. It’s not for us to decide what we would like the flower to be or what would be appropriate for the current world. We can’t make a rose out of a daisy, or a president out of a child, or a hit out of a song. Everything begins with listening, observation, without evaluating. This is how I tried to listen to those two guys playing, even though there was a fight inside me between what I was hearing and what my mind was telling me how they should sound like. After all the years listening to that recording I am just now starting to know them, to notice their playstyle, their story. To perceive the feelings that they emit in how those feelings change my day. Where is the sound here? The sound of perfection and standards? It’s far, far away. The sound can be a piece of clothing, but clothes can quickly hide the person.

To be continued…

Link

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l7I4y6XTIBQ

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#Soundresearch št. 11 - One mic - Oblivion

Ko začneš odpirati vrata, se začnejo prikazovati poti. Želja po znanju in raziskovanju postane večja in podzavest postane uglašena na vse, kar bi ti bilo koristno za tvoje raziskovanje. Tako sem na FBju opazil posnetek skupine Oblivion, ki so, mislim da, imeli vaje ali nastop v ordinaciji ali v bolnici. Je že nekaj časa od tega, tako, da je morda ta informacija napačna…;). Flamenco kitara Tomi Štanfel in cajon Tjaš Kozlovič(v nadaljevanju še čelo Mary Servatius) se mi je zdela zelo zanimiva kombinacija za en mikrofon. Ponovno sem spoznal nove ljudi in novo glasbo, ki je prej nisem niti zaznal, da je v okolici. Koliko glasbe se skriva po ulicah, vadnicah ali pa celo pred tvojim nosom, vendar zaradi lastnih prepričanj in fokusa na drugih rečeh je niti ne opaziš. Si toliko izgubljen v mislih in v nekih avtomatizmih, da lepih stvari, kot je glasba, ne uspeš opaziti.

Pri sebi sem potreboval kar dosti časa, da sem se pozdravil od zvoka. Od navidezne kvalitete zvoka. Od prenehanja opazovanja kako zveni boben na posnetkih in povrnjenju na prvo mesto kaj mi glasba dela. Kako teče, kaj govori in kako se počutim ob njej. Prednosti znanja o katerikoli panogi, ki je povezana z glasbo, nas z drugega vidika označijo kot zelo ozke, brez barvitosti. Zveni čudno, ma je resnično. Bolezen stroke. Kar že večkrat ponavljam - biti mojster v svoji branži, je iz druge perspektive, enako kot biti zelo ozkogled. Električar opazi elektriko v hiši, ploščičar opazi fuge, učiteljica opazi njen predmet, okulist napake v očesu, zobozdravnik v zobeh itd. Vsi smo na eni strani mojstri, a hkrati s tem znanjem tudi sužnji razdelanega fokusa in ozkega pogleda.

Tako je tudi v glasbi. Vsak ima svojo super sposobnost in izkušnje, ki pa ga znajo omejevati pri spoznavanju glasbenega dela, ki je pred njim. Vsaka napaka morda v celoti tvori čisto drugačno sliko, kot, če stvar gledamo le iz enega stališča. V ulični glasbi, kjer je uporabljen dialekt, je popravljanje in postavljanje jezika v pravilno slovnično obliko prekrivanje resnice in unikatnosti, ki tvori ulično življenje oz. širšo populacijo znotraj enega mesta, regije ali države. Kaj se je v Sloveniji vse delalo na to temo, kako so bila narečja zatirana, zdaj pa so ponos države, bom enkrat drugič opisal. Če bi se še malo poglobil, bi lahko celo rekel, da je popravljanje teh napak kakor starši, ko svojega otroka lepo oblečejo za šolo, da se ne bi videlo kakšni v resnici so. Glasba je del nas. Kakšna je in kaj izraža, lahko opazimo samo, ko jo tudi sami jemljemo kot opazovalec. Ko se ne vpletamo v to kakšna bi morala biti in kaj je nam všeč, ampak pogledamo, kaj je danes prišlo ven in jo, če je stvar nelagodna, peljemo naprej do končnega rezultata, brez obsojanja.

Šele temu morda lahko rečemo raziskovanje. Raziskovanje sebe, niti ne glasbe, saj z umikanjem lastnih vzorcev, strahov in pričakovanj, začnemo šele opazovati neko drugačno obliko glasbe, ki je v nas in ki že za nas same zveni drugače, kot bi sami želeli. Začne se stanje sprejemanja in opazovanja. Kdaj pridemo do glasbe, ki je neoporečna in čista, ne vem. Zagotovo pa v odkrivanju in puščanju pri nastajanju skladb, da nas glasba vodi tam kamor ne bi želeli iti, leži dosti večja možnost, da spoznamo nekaj kar je čisto in spoznamo kateri naš prevod v zvočno sliko, ali katero koli drugo obliko, čim manj vpliva na to, kako mora nekaj biti.

Podobno je pri vzgajanju otrok. Je kot glasba, ki jo ustvarimo. Otrok ali glasba je roža. V semenu cvetlice je celota, ki ji mi stojimo ob strani, da ne zgnije. Kakšen cvet pa bo prišel ven, ve samo seme samo. Ni na nas, da se odločimo kakšno rožo bi mi radi videli in kakšna roža je primerna za trenutent svet. Iz marjetic narediti vrtnico. Ali iz otroka narediti predsednika. Ali iz skladbe narediti hit. Vse se začne s poslušanjem, opazovanjem, brez ocenjevanja. Tako sem poskušal poslušati ta dva fanta kako igrata in sem se boril med tem kar slišim in tem kar pravi moja glava kakšna bi ona morala biti. Po tolikih letih poslušanja tega posnetka, ju šele lahko začenjam spoznavati, šele zdaj opazujem njuno igro, njuno zgodbo. Zaznati občutke, ki jih izžarevata in kako mi tej občutki spremenijo dan. Kje je tu zvok? Zvok zvočne perfekcije in standardov… Daleč daleč stran… Zvok je lahko obleka, ma obleka za moje pojme zelo hitro skrije človeka.

Se nadaljuje…

Link

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l7I4y6XTIBQ

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