Music and Nature

Foggy meadow
Foggy meadow
Foggy morning in the Hudson Valley

I do my best to make a habit of waking up every morning before 6:00 a.m. to listen to the multi-layered cacophony of songbirds from my deck. It’s a magical time of day that I find inspiring and rejuvenating. It’s never the same “concert” twice!

“Speak to the earth and it shall teach thee”

Job 12:8

What can I learn from these special moments that applies to my own music? Firstly, I’m reminded of how important it is to listen. Every voice may contain a hidden melody, some unique phrasing you may not have heard before. In my case, Robins and Blue Jays battle it out for sonic turf like the Jets and the Sharks in West Side Story – – each group trying to outdo the other in decorative plumage and song.

I appreciate and pay closest attention to the varying rhythms, the staccato bursts, exhaustingly long trills; like passages in a complicated classical solo. When I’m fortunate, this can inform my drum beat, my bass groove.

Every morning is another opportunity to declare your independence from the limiting beliefs that keep you from being creative. Set yourself free!

Born on this day (July, 4)

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