Dumping Ground for Diverse Dictus Thoughts of Me
I can practice playing the piano in the wee hours of the night disturbing no neighbours.
Its was a tough choice, to pick between these digital pianos:
The budget Casio DK-110,
nice looking PX-700,
features rich PX 200,
or perhaps a high end Yamaha Clavinova.
I end up getting the promoted Casio Privia PX-110 at the Commex fair.
I love my Privia.
Taken from “The Listening Book- Discovering Your Own Music” by W.A.Mathieu.
Obviously, wind chinmes; they can lead you to unexpected pleasure.
Two music boxes, or three, at once.
Rain.
River; waterfall.
Crickets; FROGS.
Wind around corners.
Your own breathing.
People hammering at a construction site: the cross rhythms.
Radio tuned between two music stations so you can hear both equally.
“Station X”: the pure static between stations on radio or TV.
Water in a pipe: toilet filling; the sound of a shower.
Playgrounds: children at a distance.
Wind in leaves.
The street: listening from one spot.
Foreign-language conversations.
Echo.
Log fire.
Flagpole: the wind in the flag, the rope on the pole.
Your hair being rubbed against your scalp.
Shuffling cards.
That’s twenty, but I don’t want to stop!
Crackling cellophane.
Aluminum soft drink cans when you squeez them just a little bit.
Don’t forget birds.
“The Way of Music” has more depth, but this is a nice handbook about music appreciation. Written in short blog like essays, it is easy to read (without needing to from the start to the end), simple to understand, very descriptive and visual (and audible), in a way we would be more aware of sounds appreciative of sounds around us.
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