Poetry of Electronic Music

"Mental Pictures"




This page opens with a Jean Michel Jarre midi from his album Equinoxe,
Vinyl/Tape/CD, 1978, Polydor Records



Music As It Should Be

Music is a dream without the isolation of sleep
In fact whilst listening to music, your ego is living.
But your universal ego--your principle watching of
your self ego--is taking a new level of participation,
the dream is reality because you are living the dream,
and your dreams control your reality.

The supreme reality is creativity (all kinds of art), which
takes you back to your mental origins.

So my concept (if there is one) includes your mental superior
reality as well as daily life.

The musical theory is perfection, sometimes never obtained.
The concept is a mental reaction, the process of movement
and change, the basics of mankind.

Music to me is the background to a mental picture, but the
exact interpretation must be made by the listener, hence the
music is only half composed and the listener himself [herself]
should attack the composition to gain a mental repercussion.

An Excerpt From a "Poem" By Klaus Schulze,
From his Mirage album, 1977






I had a dream about the earth. In my dream the earth wasn't a
solid mass, but a mass of sounds held together through resonance.
Everything: atoms, cells, the Earth's core, oceans, plants, animals
and humans created a complex orchestration that kept unfolding
on itself. The Earth was a being of sound. The sounds were of all
times, its past life was mixed with sounds yet to be heard. I heard
billions of voices and all the music ever created all at once.

Suddenly, I and some others were shot out of the Earth's
resonance. We were sound vibrations, too. We were Earth sensors
sent out to bounce off of other sound masses so that our planet could
feel its place in the cosmic scheme of things. It was a feeling of
utter ecstasy as we danced together through the universe. It wasn't
a dance thru space but more like the movement of melody with
rhythms,
tensions, and releases. This was space travel unlike
anything I had imagined.

Then I became aware that the cosmos as a whole was, itself, a
vibrating orchestration. The resonance was so complex and deep
that I couldn't hear anything. I felt engulfed by a vast and tender
silence. Yet I heard one small sound, almost like a moist breath.
As I awoke I realized that moist breath was the Earth.

Michael Stearns Liner Notes,
From his Planetary Unfolding album, 1985


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