Music: rough mixes for new Steve Stephen album
I love what I do.
I was going to write that I love my profession, but that word feels wrong. So does the word job, and the word calling is way over the top.
I love being an artist, a musician.
I love that I don’t go to work, yet I am always at work. I love that there is no separation between living and working. I love that I don’t have hours of operation. I work 24/7. Or maybe I play 24/7. Well, sometimes it feels like work and sometimes it feels like play. And yet, both words do not convey the right meaning. It is neither play nor work. It is dealing with music, being conscious of music and of shapes and colors and movement. It is about being seriously playful. Seriously playful because the definition of the word playful is for one’s own or others amusement, rather than seriously…
From the moment my ears open in the morning until I fall asleep every sound I hear is part of my daily symphony. And when I fall asleep I dream about it.
I don’t have holidays (I usually find out about holidays when I want to send a package and the post-office is closed) and week-ends are no different from weekdays, although I do notice that there is less ambient noise on Sundays.
Oh, and Steve’s new music is fantastic. Maybe a late Spring release for SSRI.