The Death of Music... < Written by Robert Fripp >

Robert Fripp

For those of you who know me, Robert Fripp means a Father figure in both musical and spiritual aspects of guitar playing. Much of the people I admire, play the guitar like in a sexual way, which I am not saying is wrong, but personally, I feel more identified with Robert's approach of playing as both a craftsman, and as some sort of monk.


In any case, this is not an article "praising" and saying that he's the best guitar player in the history of guitar...  
< To me, he actually is, but I understand we all have our own preferences, so it would be ignorant to say this as a definitive statement >


This is something I want to share for my fellow musicians friends < and fellow guitar players > to read...

The Death of Music

If you know what you are going to play, play something else; or nothing at all.

After all, why hit the right note when a lot more notes get in the way?

One string is often sufficient; and sometimes already one string too many...

Rhythm becomes more apparent when we stop playing from time to time.

Dynamics are good, and more obvious when some notes are quieter than others.

If you like to hit things loudly, constantly, relentlessly, consider becoming a drummer.

Loud, endless strumming = death.

Good to listen to yourself; but listening to others is necessary. 

Remain in motion, whether stationary or not: Stillness is dynamic, and only appears to be static.

Breathing is permissible

The criteria are reliability, repeatability & responsibility.

You are playing with friends;whether you like them or not, whether they like you, or not; whether we know it or not.
If none of these apply to you, a career in artist management, A&R or drumming is waiting.


Qualities of time & our experiencing of it…

                                                                                          Creative Time
                                                                         My beginning & end are not apart
                                                                I Am one instantaneous moment of presence
       

                                                                      Time’s Cycle                    Eternity
                                                       Welcome the unexpected            This is the first time


                                                                                      Time’s Arrow
                                                                              One thing after another
                                                                              Welcome the expected