So the seven or eight people who religiously listen to the flute I put up on Soundcloud may be getting the plot. It is not simply random waves, this is concept flute in the Charlie Parker tradition. An English guy at the Exit Bar clued me into the fact that he totally understood my mission––and then proceeded to get shitfaced.
That is the problem... many people only put on their listening ears when they are totally high. Don't ask me why this twining of music and altered states of being exists...
I have cultivated the ability through thought and breathing to access the flow fairly sober. To grasp what I believe is beyond...
anyone can claim the same, I fully realize.
I do feel that I am in the right groove, that the experience of creating sounds personalized to specific situations and people I interact with is leading to an evolution. Hendrix, Davis, Garcia got to that point through chemicals. I tread gingerly in the same deep groove they swam...
With their guidance, without allowing myself (or wanting) to partake.
As in writing, music. God bless the act of improvisation...
the point at which our masks disappear
and we are revealed to ourselves, as ourselves.
Damon Shulenberger
#endurancewriter
SEO hound
On a mission from God
Exit Bar, Boracay,
11-12-2015.