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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: one tune
Date: Mon, 24 Sep 2012 12:43:44 -0400 (EDT)
one tune http://lounge.espdisk.com/archives/925 (easiest) http://espdisk.com/alansondheim/onetune1.mp3 http://espdisk.com/alansondheim/onetune2.mp3 http://espdisk.com/alansondheim/onetune3.mp3 http://espdisk.com/alansondheim/onetune4.mp3 http://espdisk.com/alansondheim/onetune5.mp3 http://espdisk.com/alansondheim/onetune6.mp3 http://espdisk.com/alansondheim/onetune7.mp3 played on oud, oud with risha, cobza, sarangi, 2 nepalese sarangis, and afghan sarinda and the tune doesn't stay the same, and it gets harsher and i begin to wonder if i know what i'm doing, some of it seems channeling, some of it seems to be holding onto an idea of music, some of it seems meditative, maybe enlightened, some of it is lost. it's what's there in front of me (before me), some of it makes sense, some of it begs for another player of the same instrument, some of it begs for proper tuning, brilliant bowing, some of it desires something beyond the dolorous, some of it is just wondering if this can be done, what is it that's being done, stop making sense, the senseless, some of it is crying for another master, another mistress, some of it wants to be heard, some of it is weeping, some of it is laughing with the harsh word 'joke'