“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Tarek”, I answered.
He said, “No, what’s your name?”
I didn’t expect that I’d be witnessing Wayne’s Zen-hood so fast but here it was happening and I was looking forward to an enlightening experience.
My hands were physically playing the French Suite No. 4 but the music that was coming out was like nothing I’ve heard before. It sounded mysterious and haunting and unlike anything Bach has ever written.
I noticed something extremely interesting while I was refreshing my memory about frequencies in the musical scale. There’s a striking similarity between interval ratios that compose the scale and the aspect ratios used for TVs, computers, cinema and photography.
What blew my mind even more is that the current aspect ratio used in the widescreen cinema standard is mysteriously related to the old Pythagorean tuning.
The oneness of rhythm and harmony is fascinating. If we maintain the same ratio between the various instances of a beat and apply enormous speed to it, it will transform inside our mind into a chord. The chord will have notes that are away from each other by the exact same proportions that were separating the beats in time.
Music genres are dying all the time. The future of music depends on their death. If they don’t, there won’t be any reincarnations and therefore no new music.
If letters of the alphabet were assigned numerological values which represent the distance in half steps from C, each letter will have a sound; poems will become music.