Who Has Ears To Hear?

 in response to the themes in:

https://off-guardian.org/2024/06/08/ai-and-commercial-music/

 

 Artificial music has degrees of removal from source-inspiration.
Music as pharmakon developed an externally assisted focus for inducing specific feelings & states of consciousness. Developing a theme is part of human exploration and experience. Becoming trapped in and subjected to or driven by our themes is a result of the "Fallen Angel" syndrome. Phished by self-image to be-live the experience of a lens of artifice. To grasp the image & form of desire as the symbol of a self-lack seeking union by possession or control.
The manipulation and manufacture of image and form applies no less to music than any other medium of exchange, as a-tempt to make love, get power or enforce peace by means that compound conflicts to toxic dissonances that can only be undone or healed at the level of their arising - a sense of driven self-lack framed in getting - for a sense of self & life framed in opposition, deprivation and denial.

To yield through the expressing to the movement of our being is a profound or total fulfilment. For by truly giving we receive and only by receiving can we truly give.

Back from the backstory to the modernity of a machine-mind...

Studio produced recording represents a significant shift from a living relational co-creation to a product for milking or generating markets and mindshare - in this case identity-forming musical backdrop to formative experiences. Recorded musical production interjected a machine between giver and receiver. But to the normalised or aculturated, this is invisible - and to a large extent a real musical intimacy is reframed as not real - as it isn't through the official medium'. The 'audience' wants a fix, a psychic need to be stroked in favourite ways, replay their lives back - while iphones are held aloft as a further seeking of self-validation. "Did you get that?"

Some dance to remember, some dance to forget.

Remember what?
Forget what?
Love and pain are woven together in our human experience.
By seeking to mask or blot pain out, we can engage fantasy as a form of regressive unconsciousness. There's a market opportunity to cell the mind to substitution for the intimacy of Soul-connected movement of being.

For some time now I found Crassmas to have become such a 'Satanic' artifice of marketised and mutated ritual as to welcome its breakdown, for the truth of the Christ within is a holy instant within time - yet unbound by it. Transcendence of limitation at the heart is not waiting on anyone or anything to happen - or not happen, but a flow or flowering of an already-fulfilment. My cup runneth over.

Music of art is re verbing being, such that object models become transparent to the joy that can never be contained - such that in one form or another a music is in play.

'Artists' may shine into times that cannot or care not to recognise the gift, perhaps allowing a gift without strings attached? That can then serve a true seed in any other moment of time and space, past or future. Where else is inspiration but from a Now that we can not manufacture or conform to any presentation of self, life or world.

Who has ears to hear - let them hear!