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Mar. 14th, 2023 08:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sorcyressThis is a crazy-on-main post. It's about being Multiple, and the other people who live in here, who I don't talk about all that much. I don't really explain any of it, and I don't think I'm likely to, but you could always try a direct question if you need to know.
(Mostly this entry is just for my own archive. I should do that more)
While logging music tonight in the #Accountability-Guild channel of my discord, I wrote the following:
They don't know what to do for every song I listen to, or even every song that I listen to for Important Brain Repair Reasons. But when I'm in the right space, when I'm able to focus on music at least a little bit (walking somewhere is easiest, sitting still is rarest and best) the Denizens will come out and pick up instruments and play for and with and around me. The advantage of being within is that time works different and skills are picked up independent of me.
Mostly Zaphod has taken over all the drums, on account of the extra limbs. Alis and Gabe both fiddle but their style is wildly different. Gabe plays upright bass and rock bass, Al plays guitar and rarely cello. Hyde plays piano, or he DJs club dances, but he's the least likely of the four to ever participate. Alis and Gabe and Hyde all sing at different times and in different voices (if they have canonical voices I don't know them, because I don't think in sounds, I think in text.)
And on this particular folk music track, recorded by a band full of people I dearly love, Gabe gets to actually behave unusually on the piano and Be Dramatic For Once. Usually he is focused, condensed, pulling himself in around the music. Alis is the one who is moving while she plays, fiddling like a woman possessed, dancing and skipping and expanding as she goes.
(He's not like that when he dances though. None of us dance small, not even Hyde --although his flash is more in precision than the rest of us. It is a requirement of occupancy. If you are going to live with a demigoddex of dance, you'd better be willing to pay tribute.)
It helps that the music already has a wild fiddle part, that Alis would want to take. They all switch instruments at the speed of thought, but it's nice when there can be some consistency. So Alis plays the frantic fast notes, and Hyde sometimes plays the slower background bass, and Gabriel does rhythm and supports the beat and plays piano just like a good SCD musician should.
But sometimes we let the good SCD pianists take solos, and that's what happens here, and oh, it is such an unusual joy for us all. It's an image I want to draw of them someday. Gabriel, piano stool flung askew behind him, standing and leaning over the keys like the secret to life itself can be teased out if you just demand hard enough. And Al, sitting on the upright (naughty!), leaning so far back she's nearly horizontal as she pulls those long droning threads.
It's not always established how she gets up there but she always does. Today Hyde helped her --offered a hand between sharp staccato jabs at the bass. Gabriel knows she's there, because Gabriel always knows where Alis is, but for once this is a space where that awareness is of her support, not his only-sorta-requited love.
Gabe and Al know what to do on this one. Whether I am biking or walking or driving, stock still in devotion or moving frantic in worship, I can watch them play. I do not guide their performances, but when they play I can be a part of them, engrossed, engulfed.
It is good to be crazy when the company loves you so.
~Sor
MOOP!
(Mostly this entry is just for my own archive. I should do that more)
While logging music tonight in the #Accountability-Guild channel of my discord, I wrote the following:
Hughie Shortys Reel/The Spinning Tree/The Dancing Bear (the Stringfire set. Gabe and Al know what to do on this one.)
They don't know what to do for every song I listen to, or even every song that I listen to for Important Brain Repair Reasons. But when I'm in the right space, when I'm able to focus on music at least a little bit (walking somewhere is easiest, sitting still is rarest and best) the Denizens will come out and pick up instruments and play for and with and around me. The advantage of being within is that time works different and skills are picked up independent of me.
Mostly Zaphod has taken over all the drums, on account of the extra limbs. Alis and Gabe both fiddle but their style is wildly different. Gabe plays upright bass and rock bass, Al plays guitar and rarely cello. Hyde plays piano, or he DJs club dances, but he's the least likely of the four to ever participate. Alis and Gabe and Hyde all sing at different times and in different voices (if they have canonical voices I don't know them, because I don't think in sounds, I think in text.)
And on this particular folk music track, recorded by a band full of people I dearly love, Gabe gets to actually behave unusually on the piano and Be Dramatic For Once. Usually he is focused, condensed, pulling himself in around the music. Alis is the one who is moving while she plays, fiddling like a woman possessed, dancing and skipping and expanding as she goes.
(He's not like that when he dances though. None of us dance small, not even Hyde --although his flash is more in precision than the rest of us. It is a requirement of occupancy. If you are going to live with a demigoddex of dance, you'd better be willing to pay tribute.)
It helps that the music already has a wild fiddle part, that Alis would want to take. They all switch instruments at the speed of thought, but it's nice when there can be some consistency. So Alis plays the frantic fast notes, and Hyde sometimes plays the slower background bass, and Gabriel does rhythm and supports the beat and plays piano just like a good SCD musician should.
But sometimes we let the good SCD pianists take solos, and that's what happens here, and oh, it is such an unusual joy for us all. It's an image I want to draw of them someday. Gabriel, piano stool flung askew behind him, standing and leaning over the keys like the secret to life itself can be teased out if you just demand hard enough. And Al, sitting on the upright (naughty!), leaning so far back she's nearly horizontal as she pulls those long droning threads.
It's not always established how she gets up there but she always does. Today Hyde helped her --offered a hand between sharp staccato jabs at the bass. Gabriel knows she's there, because Gabriel always knows where Alis is, but for once this is a space where that awareness is of her support, not his only-sorta-requited love.
Gabe and Al know what to do on this one. Whether I am biking or walking or driving, stock still in devotion or moving frantic in worship, I can watch them play. I do not guide their performances, but when they play I can be a part of them, engrossed, engulfed.
It is good to be crazy when the company loves you so.
~Sor
MOOP!