drama
by muchtomychagrin
“Music is made up of tiny moments of drama. Everything has its own gravitational pull. A chord will want to go to another chord, a melody will yearn to go up or down, a rhythmic figure will want to change. Part of being a composer is learning to listen for those tiny pockets of drama. A note is like a single word in a poem—pregnant with meaning for those who know how to hear it.”
- Christopher Tin, composer of Calling All Dawns.
2011 served for a time that gave me more drama than I could have ever imagined. I’ve hit a point, where I just cannot shed any more tears, cannot hurl out any more toxins, cannot force out any smiles.
I forget what it’s like to effortlessly let the words roll out, weaving themselves into a lovely knit of a phrase. I’ve used words in sentences, just four months ago which I struggle to define and explain now. I’ve managed to get so caught up in the drama, so self-absorbed in suppressing how it made me feel, that I’ve lost the ability to comprehend what this frustrationangerrage is that I’m feeling.
