Life is repetition. Wake up, shower, have breakfast, go to work, go home, eat dinner, go to bed, then repeat. In this repetition, it is true, there are breaks. Someone gets sick, you fall in love, a new job opens up, you move to a different town. There are smaller breaks too: you go to a bar on Saturday night, visit an art museum, or take a vacation. Like blues improvisation, these breaks in repetition only exist, and are only identifiable as breaks, because they exist against the background of an established pattern. Solos come after the twelve bar is underway. Exceptions prove the rule, and spontaneity confirms repetition. Sometimes spontaneity even becomes repetition, as we find ourselves suggesting the same things, at the same time, in the same way, to “change things up.”
Litany, or Sisyphus
Litany, or Sisyphus
Litany, or Sisyphus
Life is repetition. Wake up, shower, have breakfast, go to work, go home, eat dinner, go to bed, then repeat. In this repetition, it is true, there are breaks. Someone gets sick, you fall in love, a new job opens up, you move to a different town. There are smaller breaks too: you go to a bar on Saturday night, visit an art museum, or take a vacation. Like blues improvisation, these breaks in repetition only exist, and are only identifiable as breaks, because they exist against the background of an established pattern. Solos come after the twelve bar is underway. Exceptions prove the rule, and spontaneity confirms repetition. Sometimes spontaneity even becomes repetition, as we find ourselves suggesting the same things, at the same time, in the same way, to “change things up.”