Please Don't Stop the Music

Madonna got it right. I was leaving band yesterday morning, and I realized that despite my severe sleep deprivation, I was really excited about the long day ahead of me. In fact, I was smiling at 8:30am--hence my state of shock. It then hit me like a bass drum in a John Phillip Sousa, I love making music. Well, I knew that, but I always just thought I liked playing myself. However, what I realized is I have an even more intense enjoyment of that feeling of magic when a whole room of musicians play together, the sensation of being inside of a piece of music. It's a resonance that physics can't describe, and electronics can't recreate (no offense Madonna your electric keyboard won't do it for me, but if it works for you more power to ya). This sensation contains a level of simplicity, human error, and inaccuracy that makes it art and not science. I love to be lost in that art, because no one is trying to explain it, and they couldn't even if they tried. There isn't a mathematical transform that can find the limit of a composition as it approaches passion. I'm sorry Euler, but even using tiny increments the Limit Does NOT Exist! I think that's fabulous. It's like my mini vacation two mornings a week...