The Taste of Dreams Podcast

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We dream all the time. We dream all the time. Music is a dream from which the veils have been lifted. It's not even the expression of a feeling. It is the feeling itself. I don't know where my compositions come from. I have spent a half dozen years striving to improve my music, but many of my works from my first year are often deeper and more dynamic than my more recent compositions. During the last several months, the end of 2022, a completely new version of the music processor I use arrived. The instruments now bear a very live performance sound, further unveiling the feeling. I have spent a half dozen years striving to improve my music, but many of my works from my first year are often deeper and more dynamic than my more recent compositions. During the last several months, the end of 2022, a completely new version of the music processor I use arrived. The instruments now bear a very live performance sound, further unveiling the feeling. I have spent a half dozen years striving to improve my music, but many of my works from my first year are often deeper and more dynamic than my more recent compositions. During the last several months, the end of 2022, a completely new version of the music processor I use arrived. The instruments now bear a very live performance sound, further unveiling the feeling. I have spent a half dozen years striving to improve my music, but many of my works from my first year are often deeper and more dynamic than my more recent compositions. During the last several months, the end of 2022, a completely new version of the music processor I use arrived. The instruments now bear a very live performance sound, but many of my works from my first year are often deeper and more dynamic than my more recent compositions. During the last several months, the end of 2022, a completely new version of the music processor I use arrived. During the last several months, the end of 2022, a completely new version of the music processor I use arrived. Music Theory I thought that with retirement I might attend a college course on music theory. That was not exactly possible, but I have availed myself to hundreds of YouTube essays on the subject. What I have learned is not something that magically generated music, but words by which music can be described. I have discovered a number of powerful harmonic progressions and picked up suggestions about ways to work with melody and accompaniment. Yet the reality remains. Music cannot be described in words. It must be lived, breathed in, held, released, yet it may share emotions from all of life. As in this musical poem entitled, Legacy. I have discovered a number of powerful harmonic progressions and picked up suggestions about ways to work with melody and accompaniment. Yet the reality remains. It may share emotions from all of life. As in this musical poem entitled, Legacy. Legacy Legacy Legacy Legacy Legacy Legacy Legacy Legacy Legacy Legacy Legacy Legacy Legacy Legacy Legacy Legacy But the music still does not come from me. That is, music does not come from the me. I use the term the me to describe what most others call the ego, as in the egoic consciousness. But ego literally means, in Latin, I am. And the essence of the I am is not the cause nor the result of anything I might add to the I am as a predicate. Such as, I am a human, I am a male, I am a husband, a father, a clergy. These predicates appear to define the I am, but the fact is that applying a completely different collection of predicates will not change the existential essence of the I am. This central, personal, undeniable consciousness of the central, personal, undeniable consciousness does not emerge from the predicates. Descartes got it backwards. I am, therefore, I think. The next song is all about overlapping, interlocking, woven, melodic motifs braiding together like the stories, ideals, even beliefs swirling around in my consciousness. 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