Harris Shilakowsky | Burst My Bubble

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Burst My Bubble

by Harris Shilakowsky

Genre: Rock: Retro-Rock
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This song represents what I'm trying to accomplish right now. It is also an attempt to put the colors of the soul back into the air. To indulge in fantasies is the essence of dreaming. Dreaming is the basis for invention. Invention is what makes the human race live on.

But First, to break the mold of being just a classical violinist. Though I love to play my instrument, I also have words that need to be said. So first, I needed to burst out of my bubble. This is the first exploration of the different genres that I'll be exploring. In my concerts, I'm playing my own original music. It's important that if musicians have the language and ability to express themselves that they don't throw that away, but offer it up to others.

My music is gentle when its thinking, and when it is making love. It roars when its making a point. Kind of like me. Its not ever meant to hurt, though pain is never very far away. Kind of like life.

This year at the pinacle of my life. The summit of my mountain, I feel that I need to start to really 'tune in' to who and what I really am. So, I'm looking back at the roads I've travelled, sights I've seen, things I've done, and mostly loves that resonated in my musical soul. From those roads, I will find my way to my new self.

The first road I went down was the journey from the piano...my musical nursery...to the violin, my first love.

Later, I discovered there were other people who took what they loved and did different stuff with it. The road to my love of opera singing music with my instrument was dangerous. People were on the stage over my head playing games...tricking each other and getting in trouble. I had already been there when I acted and sang in Junior High, but... Playing with other musical friends who share my love of the voice... with drama the storyline...some story. Stories that mean something to somebody. I shouldn’t have been surprised, really. I had discovered the musical theatre in high school. It didn’t seem very important then...just a gig, really, but...people...some people...take it very seriously...while they’re having fun with it.

Non-verbal stories; The stories that are told by the symphony orchestra; The symphony, the tone poem. Dance the gigue. Ay carumba! Hoy. And then there's the violin soloist standing alone; the hero playing against the forces of the orchestra. The sound battling with the winds of the soldiers of the band.

Music for kids- songs for babies and for childrens' ABCs and stuff to do. And soon at electric company and then we're growing up. In elementary school we listen to my favorite popstar. The girl is singing about what she's loving and leaving. the hearts that broke and the silly stuff - dinosaurs and nonsense and the boys are listening to the same stuff and we all love dance so got a great boom boom drums & bass. And synthesizers.

The synthesizer is the king in the valley of the music-- the grandchild of the electronic organ... the Hammond B3 ...My Farfisa combo compact. Oh, my old violinist's heart cries out lost in that sea of guitars and the boom boom beats and now I know I'm swept along and my heart says I have to say what I see and hear and feel. Even tho' my voice was only singing in the chorus. I have to say my words; have to write my songs I have to ride along. Have to write. I have to take the music notes I have to re-arrange and notes to other people.

Chamber Music & teaching. playing in orchestras.

Poetry? I'm afraid my poetry is really...oh really isn't poetry at all. I'm not much of a poet. Maybe I could write songs. I have certainly tried a bit.
what do I like? jazz, and pop. a little rock and a few hips and a couple of hops and the occasional rap. i still tolerate some classical tunes tho I've always liked playing them better than sitting and listening. I like to be inside the music. Like some people would like to be right inside the video game...
Yes, I still like the intensity of a romantic piece. and I have always been most moved by the waves of sound of the impressionists; Satie is #1. Debussy and close 2nd. And Ravel isn't too shabby. Szymonowsky was a great discovery. And going back to Baroque its always Bach for me. Mozart used to digest dinner well. Beethoven was disturbed. I love to follow in his footsteps, to walk where he walked, but his music is very self-absorbed, egoistic. I'm looking for fun and self-less-ness, wholesome, yet dangerous...sexy, but under the covers, since there are kids around.

Now why didn’t I say who the rockers and jazzers were who I grew up with? Why didn’t I say the Stones? The Beatles? Hendrix? Coltrane? Miles, Louis A, Doris Day, Bobby McFerrin, my new love, Donna McElroy? Then all those other jazzers that educated me and my taste; Billy Cobham, mahavishnu, ravi shankar, and a host of other greats NOT TO MENTION Cream! Everyone’s favorite when I was in Junior High...

And now I’ve been in the movies sort of, playing John Williams scores in the Pops and toying around with producing and engineering and ...well you can see what made the mountain, but now I feel like I’m here and I need to build a swing so I can hang out and enjoy the scenery. I need to find a really strong branch to hang the ropes from. That’s been a problem for me...finding the right tree. I guess I forgot to look in my mind...instead of in the yard.

my mountain
tuning in-my soul

piano
violin
opera
musical theatre
drama
stories
kids
children's abc
popstars
hearts
silly stuff like dinosaurs
dance music
synthesizers
drums and bass
electronic organ
arranging
composing
writing words-writing music...
chamber music
teaching
poetry


impressionism
Satie
Debussy
Szymonowsky
Baroque
Bach
Classical
Mozart
Sexy
Wholesome
Stones
The Beatles
Hendrix
Coltrane
Miles
Louis A
Doris Day
Bobby McFerrin
Donna McElroy
Cobham
Mahavishnu
ravi shankar
Cream
Movies
John Williams
Pops


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