I am inspired and alone with a piano and a microphone. The combination is rare; five times in two years. The syncopated, meandering passages emerge without preconception or conscious intent.
The act is pure catharsis, expression, emotion, extraction. The result is alive: breathing, blinking, burning with energy. In as many moments, it’s over. Gone. And I don’t know where it came from.
It is the closest thing I’ve known to meditation; mindlessness; Zen.
