right in my head"
The song is good enough on its own but it just got me table drumming. Was doing something else and, all of a sudden, got the urge to play. Don't have my horn here (been housesitting for a friend in Cambridge) but my head filled with rhythms that would go well with the song.
This goes back to my
previous post about creativity in the mind of the beholder. Creating something new from something you taste, hear, smell, see, remember...
Much of it is in fact remembrance. Proust's «madeleines» (can't recall the name in English). Merging experiences. Isn't creativity pretty much just that?
The problem probably is that it sounds immodest to say such things. "Oh, so you think you're soooo creative, huh?" Well, erm, no, not in that sense. We're all creative in our own ways and we give creativity a different value. Interestingly enough, it seems that immodesty takes different values in different contexts. Not that it's ok to be immodest. But creativity implies some type of immodesty, at least temporarily. You kind of need to believe that what you're doing has special value. Even if it is to destroy it afterwards.
And it all has to do with
play.
Ah... Jan Garbarek's Witchi-Tai-To from
Twelve Moons is on. Gotta go...
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