The Stringer Method; a Song Composition
How music transmutes suffering through timeless resonance in mechanized poetry.
It’s not how the music is played; it’s the story told upon transmission.
The distance of ancient origin to mechanical expression in human art is signature. Definitive architecture in audio phrasing revolving around silence with both middle fingers up, driving through a suburbia of plain white houses. Nobody wants a flawless song.
Cadence is the signature execution and ending to the story. A physical act. A whole ass note can carry a single story.
Story is human conviction steaming with urgency from within; born in the soul. Artistic expression of an unnamed memory or personal experience. Human expression gives memory life. Song carries the memory forward through sonic phrasing; language as energy.
Transference is the listener’s intention to share vulnerability to name the memory, entering the infinite conduit of quantum reality. Several things can and will be simultaneously true through a conduit of human life, both our own and The Others before us. Conduits are audio waves of sonic resonance and dissonance; the atmospheric resistance required for sound travel. Resonance is harmony; dissonance is violence.
Truth is not binary and does not bend to belief.
Truth is movement through the cosmic ether of existence.
The human experience is truth through timeless measure.
Stringer (from my notes)
The audio wave of a song:
Music producers normally see a two-dimensional audio file in their Digital Audio Workstation (DAW), analog mixer, or any sort of a digital or electronic graphic from sonic processing. A few nanoseconds after artistic mechanical execution and almost always through a set of cables spanning from microphones to a consolidated receiving device. From the control tower, the producer captures the sound, records it, and plays it back for the artist. Now all parties involved embark on the subjective journey that is seemingly, never-ending post production. The mix is not intended for, nor received by any two individuals alike. Meaning all things analog or digitally processed on an equalized audio wave will be processed by opposing forces of someone else’s opinion based on the language they learned. Still with me?
Nobody speaks the same language and nobody receives the same audio file, ya dig.
Artists and producers/recording techs have a process based off whatever language they learned, and use music to translate the song to the best of their capacity. This includes self-producing.
I don’t speak that language. Not fluently.
I speak pure, unadulterated human emotion. The language of human suffering in every day, twenty-first century life. The audio wave I receive goes something like this:
Story:
Story can be anything y’all. It’s conviction and/or urgency from within. Something born in the soul, manifested through the songwriter and shared with everyone in the band. Whatever the story is, it is an artistic expression of a memory. Here’s where it gets fun: memories can be named (usually the artist’s personal experience) or unnamed (born from a dream or instinctive knowing). Artistic expression through the creation of music gives life to the memory with freedom to explore the memory without fear.
The rules of vulnerability also give the listeners freedom to explore their own experiences and memories, without fear.
On the flip side, intellectual expression reinforces society and cultural conditioning through validation rewards in the brain; closed loop dopamine through the anticipation of something predictable.
I prefer artistic expression for human healing and cosmic expansion.
Signature:
Definitive architecture within an audio wave. Each sonic entity is its own audio wave heading to the mixer, but not every entity gets their own microphone ya dig.
In emotionally connected music, the artist’s signature is ancient in origin. It celebrates life, ritual, death, release, and disrupts. Usually comes from an open ego to share experiences, with nothing expected in return. Listeners are free to receive it however it suits them best.
In intellectually composed music, the artist’s signature is mental in origin. A concept of ideas with specific structure, rigidity, predictability, and controls. Usually comes from a closed ego and is almost always delivered to a closed ego. It’s performative in nature and intent. Most popular music writing and critics are operating within a concept of learned ideas severely lacking emotional expansion.
I usually don’t connect with or write about performative music (example: anything mainstream pop).
Cadence:
An ancient signature execution and ending to a thing; it must be a physical act. Cadence predates human life, meaning it predates language. It cannot be learned or mimicked. Cadence is the force that moves the human body. Transmuting belonging into energy, celebrating its existence wholly. Cadence bridges the journey between rejection and acceptance.
Intellectual music, often performative music, usually lacks tension necessary for cadence. Their music lives in the mind, using proven methods to manipulate stillness.
I resonate with cadence, ya dig. Got no choice in the matter.
Once the story, signature, and cadence resonate with the listener, that’s a transmission received baby! Transference; the conduit of life, derived from a memory as an audio wave, engages a counterclockwise corkscrew action that mimics celestial movement of planet Earth herself, in a spiral galaxy, revolving around its solar life source, in infinite space and time.
The Stringer Method is an emotional display from inside the audio wave, ya dig. I process music through deep and intentional presence in the only language I know. Survival.
Memory + Emotion + Time = Resonance
Story + Signature + Cadence = Phrasing
Resonance + Phrasing = Alchemy
Alchemy is change.
Stringer
i'm in there... feeling like i'm about to get it! then, with vapors the only evidence of the other mind having bent my mind toward an understanding, a syncopated almost, a sense of beginning to be able to focus on the thing, then - whisk! It's not quite gone but not quite there and my brain is struggling with what I'm sure I've missed due to my ineptitude. dammit. And yet, getting close is getting something.