When the list of influences is too variegated it's like this list is absolutely empty. I could note about fifty names - but I have to admit that to a much greater extent I am formed by sounds that are hardly seem noble. Drunk railway orchestras and the chorus of frogs in the swampy shore. The clangorous saucepan covers and children treating musical instruments like toys. Blankly cheerful electronic toys and carnival calliopes. Music of nations who have not forgotten how to play for fun. Random combinations of street sounds that add up to a modernist symphony. Rarely performed composers whose names have survived due to pure chance or someone's restless enthusiasm. Crumbling tapes of amateur musicians recorded something alive and vibrant in their kitchens. Well, probably, my own history full of strange insights and superfluous movements, without which the things I do would be very different. My wife sees in me no less than a mediator between Earth and Heaven. A kind of ferryman, whose task is to show the Sky to those who are too grounded, and return to Earth those who are too flown away. The second part raises my questions, but she claims that it looks like this. I cannot say that I set myself such a goal, but I feel something like that at the background of my mind. If I do not bother much with this, but take it as a possible given, then this, of course, helps me feel like an artist on my own place. It's hard for me to feel like a composer. I feel a tremendous responsibility to create something new, and that responsibility often paralyzes me. It is much easier for me to feel like an arranger, let it be an air arranger: I do not do anything from scratch, I just slightly complement, decorate, make more visible and spectacular those things that I see and hear myself. I am not an inventor, I am a transmission link, my tasks are quite modest, and at the same time, I am not a random person at this place of the conveyor.
The music keeps me alive.
To be a musician playing music that I would like to listen to as a music lover.
Definitely with myself.
I could name many Soviet songs, but you hardly heard them.
I list some of them in my profile.
The desire to feel alive and needed.
If it was possible to put into words, why to spend so much time, money and efforts to compose music?
Fear and stiffness.
Too big a question. And how can I improve someone's reality? I should deal with mine :)
This is a very nice place. One of the few places in the web where it is really nice to spend time, which I, unfortunately, almost does not have. The only one I'm still frustrated - it's a very cumbersome site. Pages sometimes take too long to open, and the musical player doesn't always start to play. I hope the new design will correct this situation.
Lack of time, skills, equipment and self-confidence.
I go to concerts and listen to music that interests me. I buy it occasionally. What else can I do being a deep introvert with three children?
Honestly , I don't know.
foresteppe, S. P. Balasubramaniam & Shankar Mahadevan, Mary Lattimore, Tomonari Nozaki, Dando Shaft, laïs, Jan Johansson, Little Axe, Natalya Vysokikh, Vadim Mukhin