For those of you who have been following this blog for a while, you’ve no doubt noticed a theme in these posts: We are artists as well as a songwriters.
We’re people with a tendency to connect dots and notice parallels in different domains. Fine wine and good music. Intimate prose and well-crafted lyrics. Bistro cooking (fresh and minimally altered) and uncontrived composition (fresh and naturally flowing).
Shakespeare and Cirque du Soleil.
It’s cool to consider that musical scales typically have but eight intervals (and two of those are the same, just an octave apart). Every song ever written starts with the same rather limited palette of possibilities, yet the possibilities are expansive and endless.
The painter has three primary colors (plus white), yet infinite hues, values, potential. Every painting ever painted began with the three primaries and a limited number of optional pigments, yet the variety is spectacularly endless.
The English language has 26 letters (the Armenian language has 38). Since a bunch of those basic 26 are hard to use in Scrabble games, we could probably do just fine with fewer. Read any good books lately? If it was in English, well… you get the idea.
The human body has 206 bones. More than half of those are found in your hands and feet.
Pick a tune with your hands. Keep time with your feet.