Becoming

We spend most of our lives becoming. We are all on the quest to “become” the best and most relevant version of ourselves. For me, this becoming has been best exemplified by the music I have written.

This music, in it’s purest and most concise form, is the mirror reflection of my becoming. Part of it has been the result of the processing of life’s trials and tribulations.

I have slowly learned to let go which, in itself, is a slow if not lifelong ordeal. Part of letting go means courting dignity and grace in the face of disappointments. And disappointments are many in the life of most musicians because unreserved intention and even talent do not guarantee success.

I have no idea why I have been so driven and relentless in creating my little tone poems, but something deep inside myself assures me that it is the best use of what talent and instincts God and nature have provided me with. It’s the best way I can serve the greater good during my time in this quaint old vale of tears.

As my wife often reminds me, “all you can do is all you can do.” All of this, of course, is an effort to, in some small way, best express what Maurice Ravel called, “life’s mysterious thrill.”

Holy Fright

“Holy Fright”
Composed and performed by Reynold D. Philipsek
2016 copyright Zino-Rephi Music (BMI)
All rights reserved

Toward the end of my mother’s long life, (she lived over 92 years) she had a form of dementia which caused aphasia. This means she could not speak and probably couldn’t decipher language. When I would visit her the last few years at the home she was living in, we would sit in silence. I got used to this because her doctors told me should would never speak again.

One day when a new patient was being brought into the fold, my mother took notice. This woman also had dementia but unlike my mother, this woman was very angry and acting out her frustration. My mother, who had not spoken in years to my knowledge, turned to me and said, “Holy Fright.” She then laughed. She never spoke again.

“Holy Fright” was something my mom had always said to express astonishment. Her saying this at this time astonished me.

I wrote “Holy Fright” in honor of this event.

Link:
https://youtu.be/MquQf5zTB3A

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