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Anyone done both & can talk about the differences in them for you?
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Yep yep.i tend to steer away from these differences only because for me, any kind of art or creative endeavor is a kind of therapy for me
There was a time I sculpted the scenes and images and memories in my mind. There was a time I melted glass into fragments of memory, tokens of what once was: The sun reflecting off water, the dappled shade, passion, love, loss, grief, joy, the smell of the air, the bite of sand on skin. There was a time I lost myself in music, and movement, and being purely in the moment. There was a time that I used both photography and writing to the same yet opposite purpose; one to freeze a moment in time, the other to capture limitless time in a moment. There was a time when art breathed life into the world I was living.
They all seem like a very long time ago.
I agree, music is very therapeutic. I had been playing my piano almost every night after both my parents and younger sister had suddenly and unexpectedly died. Playing piano in the dark at home was fine with me, since I’m unable to read sheet music anyway, due to my reading aphasia. Yeah, music notes, I can’t read easily either. However, I did eventually teach myself to play keyboard by ear, though very hit and miss. Playing cords became more like learning the various finger/hand shapes. I’d then use improvisations to coverup my many blunders, as I was only played at home. I also once played and sung guitar folk songs along with my sister before alcohol had become a priority in her life — sad. I’ll always miss her.Music has always been therapeutic. I am rethinking my disdain for organized music (as in being in a band or open mic performance). Playing at home alone or with family members is FAR from playing with others and I am missing the tribal unity
And it satisfies the deep need to be accepted as one of the group. My theory: It was the easiest way to know for sure if someone was a member of the group before language and way waaay before ID cards. If you could sing the tribal song you were accepted. Just be here tonight when we all come together before sleep and keep up with the chord changes, you will be fine. Art was all we had, that and the tribal pull to join up and stay alive.I would imagine that, jamming with other musicians might help in developing ones improvisation skills.