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"The world you never seen" The world you never seen. This was a drama that reenacted
psychic experiences, my favorite drama in my childhood. I always felt
summer had come when a series of the drama started on TV. Vengeful spilt,
Ghost, the world I never seen. Certainly, I did not know about the world.
However, What a beautiful world that we never seen! When I was nine years old, living at Kyoto, my grandmother died. My family arranged at home her funeral and Buddhist service held on the seventh day after her death. Do you know "Goeika"? It means that chanting more melodious sutra than that of ordinary one, while ringing a beautiful sound of bell. At nigh, a family Buddhist altar was decorated with all
sorts of beautiful flowers and lights shaped like candles, shedding light
with pail yellow mixed with ivory, as well as mysterious paper lantern
with pale lights(lights with seven colors such as pink and blue rounding
inside). There were Takase River in my memory of childhood.This used to be very beautiful canal that appeared in a novel written by Ohgai Mori.The river ran through next to my house in 1970fs during which I spent my childhood. Economic growth was expanding rapidly at that time without
being heard about a word, ecology at all. Beautiful Takase River began
to be contaminated with wastewater from factories, turning into psychedelic
color every day. Music can not be created without any feeling. It is a kind of fruit of my sense of value nurtured from my childhood experiences and a way of thinking as well as my position and feeling at present. Ah! How can I write music in such a logical way?No, I can't.
In the old days, primitive arts were all used for communication
or Shinto rituals that referred to a festival. They were used to show
gratitude to God for a good haul and harvest of the year and to appease
revenge of god that would bring about illness and disaster, mishaps. In
those days, human being always felt awed for big mountains, darkness at
night and other immeasurable things. Today we must have inherited a gene of impulse that desires to play music. When we face our feelings, please take care of "impulse" from the world you never seen. You must be able to hear your own voice. -Essay Yoshitaka Hirota 2000"From column" A story of writing music"by SACNOTH's homepage |