New directions

Hey guys,

I have finally slowed down enough from the hectic year to reflect and update the website. Check out my new organ piece, Conjuring Zenith, and the complete Nocturnal Sketches for piano! I also have a piano prelude coming soon and am working on re-recording my viola and electronics piece, which was recorded in a much too boomy room this March.

The awful series of events we are living through has made me really reflect on power, resulting in a prose poem that I’d like to share. I would love to hear from you if you have any questions, I am pulling from a range of evolutionary philosophies and experimenting with channeling my anger. (I made a piece that goes along with it, but the result is more of a demo than a finished product so you’ll have to wait until I’m happy with it.)

There is a reason our elders were given the power to guide the ancient communities.  They had the time to ponder, to wonder, to observe.

But soon they pondered power, wondered about weaknesses, and observed anger.

The hierarchy is only innate so far as our desire to give up control

We are exhausted, over-informed but un-educated, brought to the trough of dopamine like pigs.  We’ll eat anything.

And nothing makes the elders happier than watching us eat our own shit.

There is a reason our DNA adapted to our lives.  Thanks to the traumatic coding of those long dead, we avoided the most dangerous mistakes.

But soon DNA transferred skills as well – prodigies were born.  Musical prodigies, scientific prodigies, prodigies of power.

The hierarchy is only innate so far as our desire to give up control.

Thanks to these prodigies of entertainment, technology, and infrastructure, we are spoiled, provided for, protected.  In other words, we are ever anxious.

And the elders laugh as they watch the pride and suffering of survival melt into the shame and happiness of limbival.  As in living in limbo, as in living in the limbic system.

There is a reason we developed reactions.  They helped us hardcode anticipation, they helped us live faster than we could think.

But soon we stopped thinking.

We are overreactive, which means our differences are all we see.

Our hierarchy is only innate so far as our desire to avoid interacting. To avoid interacting.

And nothing floats the elders’ boat like the gentle swells of reactive loops.

There is a reason humans developed tools that mimic the power of a lion’s jaw.  They helped feed us and protect us to live longer.  Until our enemies helped us live shorter.

We are obsessed with guns, which means we can’t let go of survival.  Our DNA has yet to assimilate the purgatory of limbival.

And nothing tickles their fancy more than watching our desperation. Until we interact with them.

Sending the best wishes to all of you.

Love,

Will