What is this I can't even

Yesterday we did free improv in class, which meant that, after playing a collective Bb, we would improvise a piece of music in duos, trios, or all of us all together on traditional, strange and interchangeable instruments. Our improvised pieces went for as long as the players - us - saw fit. We were as polite as we felt like being and as obnoxious as we let ourselves become. It was wild and hilarious and so much fun. 


I was fascinated by my classmates and the way we each have a language through the music we play. I might be working on my own particular 'sound' but even as a work in progress I realised that I can still speak in my own little way, when I stop using words. The most gorgeous thing about the whole free improv thing is listening - listening to someone else's language and then decided how to communicate using your own language. It's interesting to be allowed that insight into a person and an honour to be in a class with people so in tune (haw haw) with their instrument. I liked watching others do this exercise; the little nods, half-smiles, retaliations - the understandings! 


Muuuuuuusic! It's so good! And I am so tired! Even though today I had a coffee as big as a baby's head! Yeah! 


OK OK. Here is my band and I at a recent gig playing the musix. Sik. 


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