I was lying in bed, awake, and remembering the past… many memories from childhood, high school, college, New York, San Francisco, Paris, Krakow… images of different places, events, friends and family, time spent quietly alone…
This feeling and weight is familiar, this sense of time. It’s now past two in the morning and there is that quiet serenity that only exists between midnight and 6 AM, when most of the world has gone to sleep. This sense of quiet and all the memories reminds me of all the other times I’ve spent looking inwards and looking outwards, late into the night.
Yesterday, I had the thought to start capturing down the memories of my life, as I previously did not keep much of a journal, and perhaps in the future the memories won’t be so vivid…
Sitting here awake, I get the feeling of being connected to seemingly dormant parts of myself. For a while I’ve felt that there were aspects of my musical life that were asleep but which I didn’t know quite how to awaken, but perhaps it is simply that I have not spent much time awake in the gentle quiet of night. I remember how much I used to love to be awake at this time, how clear everything seemed, and how slowly time moved, as if there was all the time in the world…
Reconnecting with this experience, I do not know how yet I will proceed, to revisit these night-time hours more, to return to other ideas of letting time be free–as is so important to me in music–or simply to try to keep this frame of mind within the context of the schedule I have been keeping. Regardless of how things proceed, though, I think it will become very important to me to remember this experience…