Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Sound Therapy


Turn your neural volume up
hear drums on repeat,
internal music monologue
synaptic back-beat,
let it flow through you
manifest it
snap fingers, tap feet.
Embrace the state
wait anticipate
the weight
the rhyme's the bait
bate your fate and leave
the eternal white rabbit state
that makes you feel
ever late late late.
Drop the pocketwatch
toss the golden chain
regain your brain
and expunge the pain
of the tic tock time
the incessant chimes
that attempt to crush
your soul and mine.
Involve your mind
and evolve in kind
through rhythm, rhyme,
and three/four time.
Join in with me
chant rant with me
as we get a little
sound therapy.

Notes and Spaces



A logical musician
a musical logician
prestidigitating intervals like a counterpoint magician
An electrician
laying down the harmonic wiring
blowing your mind with dissonance and leaving your neurons firing
After every bell that I ring
note that I sing
In a booming bass/baritone resonating
in the halls that I walk through
the prosceniums I play
warbling everything from Vaughan Williams over to Doris Day
Que Sera Sera I intone with neshama
after popping out some Broadway singing along in a room of
musical theater geeks
belting Sondheim on a mission –
No worries, Steve, these children do listen.

I've been listening a lot
trying to hone my craft
of course I'm not perfect
sometimes my music's understaffed
but still I got goals – to infinity and beyond
hoping one day to join the music pantheon.
Trying to write about something bigger
not just the nuts and bolts
Encompassing solar systems with my music
Modulating more than Manilow – jumping keys
Adulating the romantics though – more Mahler please.
Embracing German Opera eins zwei drei
Take my cues from R. Wagner getting my Valkyries to fly.

A theoretical music illusionist
choosing this
cruising this
life of limitless listening
this paradigm of cognitive conditioning
practitioning
the division of my reality
into sets of eight
as I allocate, I debate, contemplate, and correlate
the sounds found around me both atonal and harmonic
and immerse my not-so-terse verse in this heady tonic
It's pranic
moving thus from cilia to soul
implementing the true control
music has over me as a whole
reminding that music made me
emphasizing that it still shapes me
proselytizing me to the side of me
that doesn't hesitate to create
doesn't falter in his mandate
to eliminate mass-produced pop
to obviate woman-denigrating hip-hop
to initiate not only great but inspired mystical disc jocks
to be the impetus of a key change in music
causing the exodus of the pre-paid amusement movement
moving from the vacuous vapid teenage idol expenses
to lucid lush pieces that engage the senses.

Cue the Balzary bass
face Edan's rhyme scheme
glean Larkin's chord voicings
Boy sing Puccini's glissando
keep Bach Dvorak and rock Rachmaninoff
allow Prokofiev to hit you on and off
accentuate the central sensuality of the Danse Bacchanale
immerse yourself in all arrangements chorale
and covet each trill of Brahms' sad piano.





****Credit for the first two lines goes to OLIVIA PRATO