that’s what I’m talking about, that formalism, when one restricts oneself to the entire flatness, there’s no ability to draw, to capture the infinite depths of the essence of music, and so that’s the vain casting of an empty shells with no any values. I totally agree with you, the music borns from creator’s penetration, ascension to those joints, points where existence is faced with absolute, incomprehensible, bottomless leaks of itself, sensing, resonating with those vibrations, mysterious origins and incarnating it into the dynamic, pulsing trace, the form, the wormhole, the stream of creator’s contemplation, his noesis, his experience. And that is what we call a composition, the creation. So I think I’m digging what you mean. I just prefer to call it a composition, which you just meant here as I can read, build, developed, original idea puted into a refined form. Just signing its physical, tangible present form we can call it a track as well as a song. What determines the value of the creation is its content.
And it is embodied in form of course, which is the piece of art itself, that trace, the witnessing of individual’s creative sacrament. And so those individual searchings and implementations emerging, shaping into the relevant unique paths of artists on which their stellar tails are recognizable as a unique and inimitable, spectacular triumphant trajectories of their falls. And so this is the starfall which lights up the majestic beauty of the art welkin.
In different corner it shines different and this infinite bright richness inspires on your own flights and journeys.
And if you just want to imitate this light, at best you’ll have only the labeled conveyor lamp at the time when the true genuine courage and inspiration for the discovery of boundless spaces of creativity in all its forms, with no any borders and frames, breathing, sparkling and gifts you with immeasurable riches of magnificient mysterious participle.
We have the maps of some pieces of this firmament, we call it genres, but one never goes beyond their limits, and the other always strives for latitude.
And who does not pay attention to the mooring ropes, for those are opened all the wide beauty of bottomless wholeness of the creative universe.
So I don’t know the answer to “YOU’RE” questions- ‘what you listen to? dubstep?’