Back to post-modern, post-Classical, post-punk, post-sanity sounds from Gorecki. This has turned into some sort of obsession. It occurred to me today that much of the newer “classical” genre has a soundtrack vibe to it. Soundtracks for invisible films maybe, or films that only the individual listener can see.

It’s entirely possible that I’m way off but there’s no reason to think that cinema mentality hasn’t infected and/or informed other media. I remember reading a novel critique years ago that said that all contemporary novels were more screenplays than properly written/formed novels. There were examples of the biggest “offenders” but I’ll be damned if I can remember the details. The idea stayed with me, so similarly there are musical compositions that sound to me more like film scores than stand-alone pieces (not that many soundtracks and film scores can’t stand on their own).

Now that we’re well into and maybe beyond the age of music videos I’m sure that it’s hard for composers and songwriters to divorce their music from the idea of short film treatments. Gorecki was born in the age of the silver screen and lived just long enough to see the dawn and virtual eclipse of MTV and was actively composing music so there must be some flickering soundtrack sensibility there.

Tonight though, it’s just my soundtrack. If one day someone called upon me to say something about this particular day, the past twenty-four hours, all that comes to mind is, “Everything was damp. The air was damp. They sky was damp. My clothes were damp. The sheets were damp. Just damp. Wet.” It was back to productivity, straight from the wee hours: work, writing, laundry, more work, cleaning, writing, groceries, work out, writing. More writing.

Work.

It’s all just work.

And it was all damp.