Your preferred reality

[DavidW]

Wow, where were the free concerts?

Yes, they were!!

[jowcol]

Being a child again while knowing what i know today. Imagine being able to experience the music of Bach or Beethoven with the full understanding of an adult mind but the ability to feel and remember that only a child has.

Very interesting insight. I used to have pronounced synesthesia when I was a child.  (My mother said I described some Ravel work as "sounding like sunlight", and i remember having the most vivid visions to Bach, Beethoven (I loved the 3rd), Ravel/Mussorsgky's Pictures at an Exhibition, and Stravinsky's the Firebird.  It's much milder now-- although I still have it.

The idea of being able to reconcile my childlike experience and my adult knowledge is a fascinating one, although I've always felt (for no particular reason) they they were mutually exclusive, and if I had a choice, I'd take the child's perspective rather than listening "in a mirror darkly".  To me music was (and is, to a much lesser degree) a lot like an alternate reality-- when I listen to a work , I get the feeling that it has existing long before me, and will continue long after-- that it somehow lies outside of time.

Oh well.   I'm trying to become more childish all the time-- and I've been told by some that I'm succeeding! 

[greg]

I finally figured mine out.... (I know it'll seem like the dumbest thing ever)

While thinking about this and trying to put it together...

My desktop is a picture of the band members of Meshuggah and my web browser has a K-On theme. I feel disoriented every time I go on the computer now. 

I started imagining myself playing the music of Meshuggah in the band on K-On... I would have to be lead guitar and vocals (lead being my specialty, and vocals only because I'd be the only guy in the band).

It would be a strange combination- being in an anime world with a group of senior high school girls that hang out, tripping on cake during their tea parties (instead of drugs), and then immediately plunging into some of the most hardcore and heaviest music out there- but somehow, it'd be perfect.

So, yes, that would sum it up for me- that would be what I want to do, who I would want to do it with, where I would want to do it. If I could, I would do anything to make that my reality.

If only there were a God that could answer my prayers- I'd pray to him to kill me in my sleep and then set up that scenario in heaven for me... but of course, that's impossible (too good to be possible). 

[71 dB]

I prefer utopia. 

[greg]

I prefer utopia. 

...with blissful, rolling hills filled with visible vibrational fields that you could trap into the palm of your hand and caress until they absorb into your body, filling you with awe and wonder...

[springrite]

I am one of those weirdos who likes it the way it is. 

[sospiro]

I would live in the Pyrenees so I could have the mountains but be near the sea.

I love travelling but hate the hassle of it so would like a Star Trek transporter device.  I could get dressed at home then transport myself to the foyer of e.g. Teatro alla Scala. 

I would like to travel back in time & see premières of my favourite operas and be in Milan after the première of Nabucco.

To travel even further back in time & see what there was before the big bang.

[Elgarian]

You can be a talking, teleporting bird who lives on Mars if you want.

How did you guess, Greg?

Seriously, though...

I used to say that what I dreamed of was this: that one day I'd receive a letter saying something along these lines:
"Dear Sir. Our benevolent organisation wishes to offer you a small but viable annual income, for as long as you want it, to allow you to spend all your time exploring your various interests and writing about them. If you would like to write to us from time to time and tell us about your findings, you can be assured of our interest but the income is not conditional upon this."

Now the curious thing is that after a lifetime of squeezing all my various 'projects' into the small gaps left by what we might call 'ordinary life and work', I've somehow managed to arrive at something close to my ideal situation: that is, a small but viable annual income, etc, and as much time as I want to explore and write about my various interests. Very nice too, and yet, and yet - I was far, far more productive along those lines in the days when it all had to be squeezed into an hour here and a half-hour there, than I am now. All of which goes to prove once more the old truism, that if you want something doing, ask someone who's busy.

However, having more or less achieved one desirable kind of reality to submerge myself in, and finding it not quite to be how I expected, I find myself longing for another. In this alternative reality I'd like, please, a fine old stately home in extensive grounds with a large number of rooms and several centuries of history behind it; and a sufficient budget to enable me to fill its rooms with the finest paintings I could find. I would spend my days writing essays and researching catalogues, throwing the house open to the public at appropriate intervals for free exhibitions and music recitals.

I just know it would make me a better person. No, really.

[Guido]

I'd like to be a great composer.

[greg]

I'd like to be a great composer.

Lol, you can start today...
a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single... ummm, note?... 

[springrite]

Lol, you can start today...
a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single... ummm, note?... 

Of course, rest is a note, too. 

[Guido]

A rest is an absence of a note for a given time period. I'm sitting on the longest semibreve ever composed.

[greg]

A rest is an absence of a note for a given time period. I'm sitting on the longest semibreve ever composed.

Interesting musical style. It's been done before, though... many times. 


Hmmm.... another reality that I'd like would be to only have to go to school like I used to, so I could actually see my friends every day (and not have to work). That would actually be good enough- to keep me happy...