a machine, i assume, would have the greatest utility and would be the most wieldy, especially one not designed with a specific purpose in mind. one with a goal to just create. synthesize. one with the end result becoming whatever the user sought after. i imagine a dream machine being like a guidance counselor: one that is willing to work with you, showcase what you’re capable of, and is critical to all of your mistakes before you emerge with a final product. it would be the missing link variable to whatever you desire. it’s a device that lets you use the scientific method to produce results.
also, that machine most likely contains a bevy of separate parts that could function pretty well on its own: a holistic component made up of utensils, instruments, and tools that could be implemented into other apparatuses. the megazord was a bad-ass machine made up of separate mech-animals that had their own fire-power y’know.
ii. creativity has been redefined throughout the ages. our most modern tends to focus on process, placement, person, and output (or product). do you find your abilities within this realm of definition or do you see outside influences, such as divine inspiration, muses, daemons, or forces of nature as factors?
creativity is like one of those “one man’s trash is another man’s treasure” kind of processes; it’s about what you can do with what you have. we got kids in africa creating an fm radio station from materials found in dumps and people making burial-style garage music from clicks and tap around their house. i’ve started out and still make electronic music with very basic techniques meticulously altered to my personal tastes. i feel the most creative when provided with a simple set of ingredients with the instruction of improving upon them, which is why i’m so keen to sample culture. i could hear a simple melodic theme and quickly know how i’d want to build, distort, destroy, add, compile, and rejuvenate. i just need a small push to get the gears going. often creativity comes with taking risks. with the monome being highly improvisational in its execution i get to combine elements in mlr on whim whenever the moment strikes. new life is born, the musical journey takes the off-road, and the listeners get to take part of an experience of creativity and “magic” that exists in that moment and that moment only. it’s like a customized audio keepsake.
in regards to “magic”, i don’t really attribute serendipitous/unfortunate happenings to the divine or occult, but some things just have their way of working themselves out that i will never understand. i just figure it’s the universe’s way lowering its sunglasses and saying “deal with it”.
iii. sound energy is the form of energy associated with the vibration or disturbance of matter. work, a form of energy, is force times distance. in living organisms, energy is stored as polysaccharides. common terms referring to such magical energy include mana, numen, chi or kundalini. how do you derive energy? how would you define your own personal energy?
the greatest strength of [music] energy comes along with the anticipation of good things to come. this energy source can be attributed to the influence of outside sources across several media ranging from watching a live performance to listening to a podcast. i’m a creature of habit that is propelled by the intrinsic and extrinsic desire of doing something great for myself and for others. watching others do great things that i associate with also gets me going as well, and i very much need that push to get ideas running and neurotransmitters shooting. but there’s still the need for a personal impetus, otherwise i’m stuck in a purgatory of hermitage. for me, that push to get creative has to come from outside sources to generate energy within.
for the most part of my life i’ve valued my alone time and it’s something that’s very crucial to my existence. without adequate chill-out periods i would surely self-destruct and become a panicky mess prone to disappear from social functions without mention of departure. waves of stark introversion and extroversion come and go and i’m still trying to settle of a compromise where i can equally enjoy this time by myself as well as out in the wild. the transition from the silence of my current living to raucous clamor of a venue’s audience (via plane or bus ride) is a slow churning of increasing optimism and good feelings. that feeling, that energy, is better than donuts.