Solo Piano - Chris Bright

a sudden realization 1109 - 11:9:22, 5.15 PM

Walk Before You Run

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One grave, one mistake
Of all the days to fall in your own way
It’s as if you were gone before you were
In all our rain and faded Sunday fields  
Where we once met
In the end we die within our hope

One day, one is great
[In all the ways to call it one more day]
It’s as if you were gone before you were
In all our present time and Sunday fields 
where we once went
In the end we die into our home

In the End We Die into Our Home

Reflections of intuition I

CRIMSON RUM

Eden

Students and Masters

In noctem

Foundations

want but can't have
it's not right yet
to deserve better
may be a burden

A Function Of Desire

I make music because it is where I let go of the have-to’s, and become part of something larger than myself. The language I speak on the keyboard when I improvise expresses a part of me that only comes out there at the moment of creation - when I’m fully connected and in the flow. In those moments when I disappear in the music, those are where I’m most fully alive. The musical question I pose to myself when I play is largely this: how can I release my inhibitions and let go of patterns sufficient to bring something entirely new, unexpected, and enlightening into the world, with structure, precision, clarity, and depth of expression. These pieces are meditations that are of me, but more precisely, they come through me. When I’m in the flow, I’m channeling the energy and only moderately directing it. The challenge is to be open to take risks while maintaining a structure, melody, and tempo that makes it interesting and satisfying enough to keep listening. I keep doing this nightly because it’s a language, because it’s a connection to something greater than myself, and because it’s very very relaxing.

a sudden realization 1109 - 11:9:22, 5.15 PM

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