Time has come

Isn´t it rather peculiar?

I have written on this blog for some time now and despite mentioning that I am a composer, I never before made any reference to any of my compositions.

I thought it´s about time to change this trend, and let ALSO my music speak.

Here you are:

About julienmatei
I feel an inner urge to express what I see, to communicate and share with others all these impressions. Often the things I see are there, not yet manifest, but waiting... to be observed, talked about, and embraced. These new insights need another approach, a more vivid curiosity... Due to fear and prejudice we prefer to see only "the official" truth - but THE OFFICIAL TRUTH IS DEAD - being dead, it has nothing to give... We can continue pretending Death is fascinating or... we can take the trouble to LIVE... THE NEW has no definition yet... Again, IT requires another "perception", the courage to apprehend everything differently, from a totally new angle, with new confidence and inquisitive touch. This blog is not about interesting concepts, it is about participation... finding new solutions, inspiration, togetherness.

9 Responses to Time has come

  1. Wow!!!! Lovely. Favourites would be the 7th and 9th decade of seconds. Smooth ending too. Wouldn’t mind more.

    • julienmatei says:

      I am glad this touched you.

      It is something within me creating music, which is not entirely “me”.
      So I can listen to my own music almost “objectively”.
      In this sense, this particular piece is one of my favourite.

      • I get that feeling too often with works I suspect have haloes of inspiration.
        Warmly welcome, Julien.

      • Casey says:

        Sometimes I think it’s almost as if inspiration comes through us, not so much to us.

        We are simply are the conduit for the expression of beauty that needs to be spread in the world. There’s healing in that expression of beauty for each one of us, in both the expression and the observation. It is truly medicinal for our souls.

        Your piece is full of joy and brightness, and I think it is lovely, too. It reminds me of the carefree innocence of childhood, when the world seemed to be so fresh and new and before the darkness attempted to chase joy away.

        There’s a gentle swell of sweetly intense feeling in the middle.

        It kind of reminds me of autumn leaves that were dancing right in front of me on a walk I had with my youngest daughter the other day. Upon our approach the wind blew them into a swirling pattern and I just stopped, mesmerized. I wanted them to keep chasing each other faster and faster, but alas, the breezed died down and the leaves went back to rest. It was just as well, my daughter was pulling me along by the hand and had other things to explore.

        It’s been a great soothing pleasure to my ears.

        If there are more to be heard, I’ll be delighted to listen to them.

        Casey.

      • julienmatei says:

        “Sometimes I think it’s almost as if inspiration comes through us, not so much to us”- you say.

        When Inspiration comes you have to be “there” to “seize” it. That´s a huge paradox – if I am to better explain the process, you – as “I” entity, has to be absent, so this honoured guest – inspiration – can move through you.

        Thinking must completely stop. Also the very wish to catch it, can so easily disturb it. It comes from nowhere and heads to nowhere – it doesn´t have a defined purpose. Its only purpose is to be free, and you – the receiver and the conveyor – have to be free so that is moves and dances the way it wants.

        This raises many questions marks. We are taught to faithfully stick to and live within the idea of a clearly defined I-ness. I-ness meaning eventually boundary,
        aim, endeavour. Let´s be honest, we are always on the pursuit of some gain, as we live within the confinements of our ego.

        But as I said, this ego must go for inspiration to come. Meaning that inspiration being so free, it is both highly personal but impersonal at the same time. So – as you said – you don´t actually know if its gift is for “you” or for “someone else” – better said, the “you” in someone else…

        Truth be said, Mind is totally uncreative. That´s why today´s “artists” – composers, writers, film-makers – have usually nothing to say, in that they create strictly from their mind.

        I repeat: the Mind must stop for the inspiration to be.

        To put mind aside – such a threat, the most daunting thing for most people who waste their life being the prisoners and victims of their impotent mind. Yes – inspiration is stamped nowadays as a figment of a deluded fool.

        For the record, years ago I met a concert pianist in London – he was more a piano playing machine that an artist – and when telling this pompous simpleton that I hear the music before I write it, he said – “you must be totally out of your mind”. Imagine that…

        He had a point – I AM OUT OF MY MIND when I create…or better put, when I am letting myself being created by this blessed power.

        So how “personal” or “impersonal” am I…? -that´s the question.

        There are many stories recorded when the Healer manages to heal others but not himself.

        As for me, I am on the verge of totally healing myself, and so this healing may come to many´s benefit in due time.

        I am pleased that “my” music met such a sensitive ears. 🙂

        Hugs,

        Julien

  2. Erik Andrulis says:

    Julien, I just listened to all three of your uploads. Ehat a amazing creation you have created and are. You are Music, and, as such, are Perfect and Beautiful. Peace, Ik

    • julienmatei says:

      Erik,

      Truth be told, your words are so moving so I´m kind of speechless…

      So generous of you to give me this feed-back.

      Thank you!

  3. Beautiful…..I listened to all three compositions and “Awaiting” stirred my soul.

    I paint and write, but I love piano but have never learned the notes, I have sat at the
    keyboard and composed, but alas, the ones that sounded rather good to me were
    like a rare songbird never to be heard again. My brother is an excellent pianist
    and my mother (who immigrated from Romania by the way) can play a song only
    from hearing it. I did not have the discipline when young to pursue piano properly,

    I envy your musical talent 🙂 Music is always a blessing!

    • julienmatei says:

      So it happens…

      The best improvisations are never to return…

      It´s painstakingly difficult to catch that elusive inspiration and put it down in a coherent form…You need the skill and the spontaneity, there are a lot of forces at work there…

      What kind of music does your brother play? Classical or jazz?

      As to your mother – that´s a rare talent – to hear something and play from just hearing it. Very interesting.

      Did she speak any Romanian to you?

      This musical talent – like all true talent is a blessing and a curse. A curse because it has you obey it.

      And those times when I refused to compose, fleeing music as it gave me too much troubles, Destiny took very unpleasant turns…

      So I guess you need to be at its service.

      Truth be said, Music – in my case, composing – is the tool with which I heal myself. It´s been flagrantly so in the last few weeks.

      It has to do with the myth of The Wounded Healer

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