I thought I was going to talk about something that wasn’t so preachy. Something a bit lighter, maybe on the story-telling side. But life has a way of moving you around from place to place without ever asking your permission. It’s funny that way, so I guess this will be a bit of all things.
On the 26th of this month (May-for those of you who are just as confused as I am), I have been asked to participate in an art opening in the mission. The show is called:
“Maps Only: Radical Cartography in Contemporary Art”.
The map. Who in hell, does a show about maps? Rand McNally, Fodor’s, Mapquest?
But when I started to think about the idea of the map and my place in this world/universe/self, I began to feel the truth of the concept.
Where the hell am I? How the hell, do I get home?
I ask these question all of the time and if I had a map, I would be thrilled!
We are a lost people. We look to our leaders for guidance, for a way home. We look to the hero’s of our time, but find them lacking in any real substance. We look to our god’s for some clue as to where we belong. Knowing we will generally get no answers. So we make maps.
Maps tell us where the poles are.
Maps tell us where the states are.
Maps tell us how much rain there is anywhere in the world, how much poverty and how much wealth.
Maps are a good thing, I think.
So, I decided to make a map of my search. At the very least, I could leave some breadcrumbs on the ground, so I would know, not to walk back this way. OR maybe someone will come along and find me in the brush by the side of the road, bloodied and beaten.
I wondered how I could do this? How can I create a map the human soul (so to speak)? It’s a bit arrogant to think that a schmuck like me could even think of doing this, but I am, because I am.
Thus, my challenge: Does music live in a dimension? Does the spirit for that matter?
I guess you could say that sound waves travel through the air and create a sympathetic vibration in our ears, causing our brain to perceive sound. I guess you could, but I won’t. Music is a fundamentally different experience then sound, although they share some of the same mechanisms. Music can speak to the soul, where sound can carry information. (Scientists, go ahead and have a field day!)
It then occurred to me that music indeed occupies dimensions, although they may not be the same ones that we give attributions to. It most certainly has a physical point of origin, (the sound source), and we (my band) as players exist in a 3 dimensional world. But where does this map live? What am I trying to show you? Where do we need to go?
The piece is called “True North: A Consecration of Polar Dimensions. The confluence of disparate ideologies in a Five Dimensional Space.”
But that’s just ArtSpeak.
I like to think of it as a tale of two cities; The town of Loss and the town of Hope.
Join us there. It’s free and easy with some amazing artists showing their talent and work.
Location; 7:30 PM at Back to the Picture, 934 Valencia Street SF CA