or pastures of existence....Denny wrote:shame it isn't plains of existencekennychaffin wrote:We must be talking on different planes of existence.
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or pastures of existence....Denny wrote:shame it isn't plains of existencekennychaffin wrote:We must be talking on different planes of existence.
Not speaking for anyone. I lived inRob Sharer wrote:Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Jim Stone, who speaks for the Indians.
Sheesh.
Rob
Nah. No doubt he knew how by the time he'd finished that first symphony, but he probably didn't know how when he started.kennychaffin wrote:That's sort of exactly my point about talent, he didn't have to ask, he just "knew."
So then please provide YOUR definition of talent.Ro3b wrote:Nah. No doubt he knew how by the time he'd finished that first symphony, but he probably didn't know how when he started.kennychaffin wrote:That's sort of exactly my point about talent, he didn't have to ask, he just "knew."
You have to have some sympathy with this though. In our age we are deluged in the efforts of the most advanced and capable in every area it's no wonder we feel inadequate, one of the disadvantages of having our culture all on on tap maybe.jim stone wrote:
And we get self conscious and basfhul and say: 'Oh no, I'm not talented enough!'
OMG we've turned into the Coast Guard.jim stone wrote:Ladies and gentlemen, I believe we have covered the waterfront.
Interesting observation.treeshark wrote:You have to have some sympathy with this though. In our age we are deluged in the efforts of the most advanced and capable in every area it's no wonder we feel inadequate, one of the disadvantages of having our culture all on on tap maybe.jim stone wrote:
And we get self conscious and basfhul and say: 'Oh no, I'm not talented enough!'
Yes we all have these moments, I have been at house party's where music was played that would sweep you away even though the musicians were self taught, the moment and atmosphere are powerful ingredients indeed and colour what hearer feels. I know intellectually if I heard that same event recorded it would likely lose it's magic.jim stone wrote: Once I came out of a train station in the north of India
and there were two boys, maybe 11 or 12, sitting cross-legged
on the side walk. One was strumming a zither which was lying
on the cement
before him, the other was playing a tin can, I think it was,
and they were both singing in Hindi, a religious chant.
Singing with all their heart. It was extraordinary. I thought to myself: 'This is
the most wonderful music I will ever hear in my life!'
Amen to that! Me, it's hard to listen to myself because all I can do is compare myself to the folks on the recordings and oh, how short I fall.treeshark wrote:You have to have some sympathy with this though. In our age we are deluged in the efforts of the most advanced and capable in every area it's no wonder we feel inadequate, one of the disadvantages of having our culture all on tap maybe.jim stone wrote:
And we get self conscious and basfhul and say: 'Oh no, I'm not talented enough!'
Comparing yourself to anyone is almost always a mistake, in my opinion.Amen to that! Me, it's hard to listen to myself because all I can do is compare myself to the folks on the recordings and oh, how short I fall.
I like al ot of the nice things you say about my ancestral place. However I don't agree with you on all of it.jim stone wrote:......In India .........
..... there is no distinction between high culture and low
culture.
......
crookedtune wrote:jim stone wrote:I figure if God exists, he made people like us because he loves music.
Evidence, at least in my case, that he's still honing his own talents.