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I do NOT know my theory.
I BELIEVED it would never bother me... because none of my friends knew theory either.
I BELIEVED I was a competent writer.
Then I started writing in a new style. I had to walk away from what my friends were doing, because I was heading somewhere different, and at the time they chose not to follow. I was fine with this.
It was a hybrid of two of my favourite styles; Goth and heavier thrashy guitar styles, that formed one end of a concept album. More about that in another post...
I required a keyboard player who could do what I needed to happen in my songs... I could HEAR what I wanted inside my head... that is how I write music... I hear what is not there. Only with this project...it was so foreign to my thinking, I only heard the parts like a whisper, or something happening in another room, that I could not hear well because of all the noise in THIS room.
Then I met her.
A Classically trained Grade 5 (at that stage) pianist. I convinced her, over a period of months that she should have a listen to my music.
This is where the problems started.
She was theoretically mined. She could not pick something up by ear the way I could. She would write things down, but I couldn't understand them.
So I described the emotion behind a particular song... (and to me it was a heavy emotional song), I described to her what I was hearing being whispered. I gave her a copy of it to listen to, in a gtr/ bass/ drum/ voc format.
She played a part so alien to my thinking that it fit PRESICELY into the song. It was the most complete I had ever felt.
I asked her to join the band. She thought about it and declined. It was not her time.
I never learned how to play that song with her part. Never got to record it and the only written copy she had (because she could only read music) went with her. Every time I tried to listen to that song from that point in, I heard whispers of that part.... but they slipped away. I found I could no longer hear my song when playing or working on it anymore. It was gone... just like she was.
If I had known some theory, I could have made a difference.
I have found that communicating with musicians is next to impossible if you cannot speak the language. I am a competent player.. maybe more than competent. I consider myself inventive and resourcful and can play almost anything with little prompting.
But when I try and explain what I am doing to a musician who SPEAKS music... I am the tourist trying asking for a place to live.. and being shown where the toilet is!
Every language has a word for a foreigner who lives in a place and refuses to learn the language or respect the cultures.... What are musicians calling you?