I’m glad that I’m the kind of aficionado that goes where the artist I’m listening to takes me; I never compare.
I guess that this comes naturally as the reaction on fro’s recent post. The movie maker and the movie watcher. I’d like to compare these two rather than a musician and the one who listens music.
Where the pure observer sees the magic and the story itself, prior to anything else, the movie maker sees the complexity of work; the technic of shooting, the angle of light, the cut between the frames and all kinds of other stuff...Presumably this can’t be shaked off one’s mind. It’s the curse in the blessing from the obvious reason. Captures everyone who tried making something (creating something small or big).
Once one has come to the other side where creators have been hiding and tasted the role of the maker, there is no way back. The magic of an observer shapes into the magic of a maker; one starts to examine, to compare, is grown to have bigger eyes (in movies) and bigger ears (in music). See what other can’t see, hears what other can’t hear. The curse in blessing how I see it.
Somebody correct me if I am wrong but I guess that above mentioned is the reason why fro drinks too much coffee.