notes towards a theory of music as movement
everyone of my friends is a record hound, collecting old bluegrass
to blood brothers newish stuff these days, I grew up with classical
on car rides to look at houses when I was a kid, & dixieland
is the only music guaranteed to "turn my frown upside down"
but it's never been a large part of my life, music, that is.
I love music for what it makes my body do and what it causes
me to remember, I ache when I hear a Hector Berlioz viola, &
triumph to those french horns in Beethoven's 9th, but what
is as thrilling is hearing a car roar up and fade away on 82nd street
in Castleton, IN as noticing your coworkers voices inside
while you take a smoke break & the sound that flees from your nose
as you exhale the last tarry tasting drag of your ultra light.
it struck me yesterday, from an interview with Stephen King, no less
the mind's dogged insistence on visualizing everything it hears
was something said; a true thing.
& I've always thought that the mind is the true medium of the artist
that art & comics, music, dancing, & drinking were just methods
to crack that mind wide open.
get in there, burrow around describe it enough to let them purchase
with their capacity to dream. All we have is our memories
& the stories they accompany.
but, for why I am writing this,
I am interested in fashion, & have shot a few willing participants
in various stages of dress & undress & it makes me think
I'm in a band.
the relationship between photographer & subject is like recording
she dances around & the movements are notated
in pixels & looked at later with your eyes like an optical record--
I see motion like music, flowing movement arrests me & I end up reading
people in a picture tracing the contour of where their body stops
& the world begins.
I collect books, I collect comics, I collect going to the movies, but
I don't collect music. I usually listen to the radio for my background.
Visual things are more my tempo.
& so the misunderstandings I've had about fashion photography,
the perception people had of me of my models, is I haven't found yet
a great accompanist whose ambitions match my own
in that specific way. Spent my time noodlin around in garage bands
having fun, but got Leonard Bernstein on the brain.
everyone of my friends is a record hound, collecting old bluegrass
to blood brothers newish stuff these days, I grew up with classical
on car rides to look at houses when I was a kid, & dixieland
is the only music guaranteed to "turn my frown upside down"
but it's never been a large part of my life, music, that is.
I love music for what it makes my body do and what it causes
me to remember, I ache when I hear a Hector Berlioz viola, &
triumph to those french horns in Beethoven's 9th, but what
is as thrilling is hearing a car roar up and fade away on 82nd street
in Castleton, IN as noticing your coworkers voices inside
while you take a smoke break & the sound that flees from your nose
as you exhale the last tarry tasting drag of your ultra light.
it struck me yesterday, from an interview with Stephen King, no less
the mind's dogged insistence on visualizing everything it hears
was something said; a true thing.
& I've always thought that the mind is the true medium of the artist
that art & comics, music, dancing, & drinking were just methods
to crack that mind wide open.
get in there, burrow around describe it enough to let them purchase
with their capacity to dream. All we have is our memories
& the stories they accompany.
but, for why I am writing this,
I am interested in fashion, & have shot a few willing participants
in various stages of dress & undress & it makes me think
I'm in a band.
the relationship between photographer & subject is like recording
she dances around & the movements are notated
in pixels & looked at later with your eyes like an optical record--
I see motion like music, flowing movement arrests me & I end up reading
people in a picture tracing the contour of where their body stops
& the world begins.
I collect books, I collect comics, I collect going to the movies, but
I don't collect music. I usually listen to the radio for my background.
Visual things are more my tempo.
& so the misunderstandings I've had about fashion photography,
the perception people had of me of my models, is I haven't found yet
a great accompanist whose ambitions match my own
in that specific way. Spent my time noodlin around in garage bands
having fun, but got Leonard Bernstein on the brain.