Vibey Flute

+ don't let reality destroy you.

In my rock band days, flute was a central instrument for me.

I put it down for many years while singing All the Thingz. It’s now finding its way back into my music as a kind of glimmering texture and breath made into sound—just like my singing.

I’m interested in the embodied sound and gestural phrasing, and its link back to innocent days of music-making. It’s like calling back or integrating an earlier version of myself into my work—but now wholly transformed into something new or different or—I don’t know—more myself.

I’ll leave this little flute missive here for you today, on this oh, so very hot Texas day in July:

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I’ve been re-reading Bradbury and other mid-century sci-fi lately. Here’s a small sparkling gem—because in all honesty, I live this Every. Single. Day with my music, my art, my writing:

“Remember that pianist who said that if he did not practice every day he would know, if he did not practice for two days, the critics would know, after three days, his audiences would know.

A variation of this is true for writers. Not that your style, whatever that is, would melt out of shape in those few days. But what would happen is that the world would catch up with and try to sicken you. If you did not write every day, the poisons would accumulate and you would begin to die, or act crazy, or both.

You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.”

— Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing

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— Stay drunk on art, y’all —