I was thinking this afternoon what musical genre my style of work might be. Looking at all the evidence - my work day modus operandi in effect -and then weighing it fairly, I settled on Jazz.
My M.O. has all the recognisable jazz signs. It's free-form. Reliant on improvisation. Full of random tootlings, then sudden pauses. Lots of shrieking horns. Odd drum patterns. A moody double bass somewhere in the background.
It's often atonal. Plenty of blue notes. A different relationship to time. Loosely structured. Sometimes the chord progressions don't follow in an exact sequence. It's all in there.
Still I could have had a heavy metal style, thrashing through work, amp up to 11, or maybe it might have been pure country, kicking back on the rocking chair and drinking the afternoon away
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
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At least it is not Punk. Jumping up and down, screaming at the top of your voice and swearing at people.
M.
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