Why I may be the most ‘exciting’ musician you have never heard of…

I have been called, by one of my adversaries, “the most exciting musician since Mozart,” but you have never heard of me.  How can this possibly be?  I can tell you that from my perspective this experience has been exhausting and frustrating in the extreme.  It has taken me a long time to have any clear understanding of what could be happening.

When I began to play the flute seriously I was overwhelmed with joy at the opportunity of studying with a Principal Flute player in a good orchestra.  I knew I had an wonderful sound.  A diamond in the rough, so to speak.  My teacher had fabulous technique.  The first time I heard him play I stood up instinctively, in the middle of a piece. Fortunately, I was on the first row in the balcony at Orchestra Hall, so I obstructed only a few people.  The notes he played were so clear — even the ends of the notes were beautiful — like petals on an exotic flower.

But my experience quickly began to turn into a nightmare, and I didn’t know why.  Later, “Monostatos” came into our lives.  I was encouraged to practice on the darkened stage at Orchestra Hall.  Players crawled out of the woodwork and said the most amazing things, then turn and ran.  Nothing seemed to make sense…

Then “Monostatos” ran away from our house, tail between their legs, never to return.  “Monostatos” insisted that I find a guardian for my children ‘in case something happened’ to me.  That was my first clue.

I was being locked-out.  I was probably also being slandered and libeled, bullied into silence.

And so this has continued even to this day.  Apparently, I am not supposed to have a voice.  I felt that I was being treated ‘as though I was already dead.’ Apparently, those who were in agreement with this were waiting for something to happen.  And perhaps still are…

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#MinnegeddonPartDeux — What seems to be taking place…proxies and all…:-0

Sometimes I feel that I have a unique outlook on life. As I try to analyze the tumult around die zauberflote, I am frequently impressed with the idea that there is something out of the ordinary going on here.  Just the same, one might suppose, if there actually were something like a magic flute, it might have some sort of effect on people or circumstances.  Indeed, this appears to be the case.

From my perspective, what I am seeing is this — those who hear die zauberflote and have a trained ear either love it or try to block it.  My flute teacher, for one, seemed to think that blocking it would be as easy as ‘taking candy from a baby.’  But the energy of the flute seems to have a protective power, so that anyone who tries to attack it becomes themselves the sole bearer of the consequences of their actions.  It seems to deflect ill-intent onto the originator.  What that person wishes for another, such as me, becomes their fate.  Sooner or later, those with a trained ear begin to realize what is happening.  Their life is being changed for the better, but they may not see it that way.  So they begin to scream and yell, so to speak — sometimes literally, sometimes on paper or on the net.  When they begin to experience the full effect of die zauberflote they turn and run.  But they don’t give up.  Instead, they try to enlist unwitting proxies to continue the attack on their behalf.  Then the proxies seem to go through a similar experience, and so on.

It can be said that the aisles of Orchestra Hall are already filled with the corpses of those who have tried to block die zauberflote.  Why would anyone want there to be any more?  This is difficult to explain to people who seem to think, as my teacher appeared to, that they will be the one to stop it. :-0

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