Rhythms, Recipes, and Rx.
2 11 2016Rhythm, meter, and rhyme each have a relationship to music, and therefore Blues and Millennium Blues. Of course, these words represent the way that the structure of music is discussed, without actually playing music, since music is a language, or as Stevie Wonder preaches, “a language we all understand.”
These basic ingredients of rhythm, meter, and rhyme make up the basic recipes to which all musicians adhere; the Staples of the Blues, the Cupboard of Cool. As our earth grows closer together in knowledge, communication, and sharing of resources, one of the best additions to the global culture has been World Music, which is unsurprisingly, an ancestor of Millennium Blues.
This skein of comprehension, this network of veins, provide for us framework. Background, through traditional melodies, rhythms, and instruments, and a direction to continue to push as the muses whisper, coax, and howl at those who have a penchant for Cloud Nine.
The 12 bar, or 16 bar blues are some of the most common recipes traded back and forth by musicians all over the world. These outlines allow for an instant dialogue to be begun by players of all levels. Perhaps this foundation is the reason that “Rock and Roll is here to stay,” though as some have noted, rock seems to abstract itself from rhythm, and as such is much more difficult to dance to.
Millennium Blues, on both hands, and tapping feet, or swaying hips, works to engage and involve the physical body in the body of knowledge being broadcast through the chords chosen by the composers. Through maintaining and merging traditional sounds and melodies with the types of ‘emo’ angst felt in today’s first world ease, musicians are sounding attention to issues where imbalanced rhythm of societal resource can be improved to the benefit of all creation.
An example of these types of lyrics can be found in my song ‘Grace,’ which will be released as a companion to the currently self-published “The Handbook of Poetic Phonetics.”
When I was a young boy, the winds they spoke to me, whispered into my ears the secrets of the birds and bees.
Now I’m not much older, but a harder road I walk. The wind’s always around me, reminding me of our first talks.
Grace grants, grants Grace! Flower and Bloom, Beauty Creates.
Where there is life to be lived, Appreciate!
Dizzy from the noise of the loud and busy city, underneath the chaos, I hear hushed tones of greenery.
It’s really no surprise to find all living things can talk, telling stories of creation, the wind echoing these thoughts.
Grace grants, grants Grace! Flower and Bloom, Beauty Creates.
Where there is life to be lived, Appreciate!
Cold and lonely evening, long walk home, hearing hymns of praise that shake my bones.
Rhythms of nature, smells of the sea, reminding me of One Heart effortlessly.
Grace grants, grants Grace! Flower and Bloom, Beauty Creates.
Where there is life to be lived, Appreciate!
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