I sometimes wonder if I should narrow the focus of this blog. I can’t help think that allowing myself to write about Robots and Accordions gives me too wide a scope and I should instead restrict myself to, for example, only writing about 72 Bass accordions and androids. Or maybe even further, so that I only discuss accordions that are actually being played by robots.
It has never been said that life is like a robot playing the accordion, but then again a lot of things haven’t been said about accordions, and maybe I am the one to say them. After all, there aren’t many people talking about accordions nowadays.
But let’s get to the point.
A friend bought me a CD for Christmas. I won’t name the friend, or the CD, but it was typical of a certain style of music that is popular at the moment, one which contains elements from all kinds of music. A little Jazz, a little folk, baroque harpsichord ostinatos that segue straight into South American rhythms. You probably know the sort of thing I’m talking about. Now, not for a moment would I suggest that people refrain from experimenting with other forms, but I think that there comes a point when you have to commit yourself to something. You can’t really develop a piece if you keep throwing something new in every time you’re struggling for inspiration: you’ve got to work with what you’ve got so far. This is just as true in writing as it is in musical composition.
This, for me, is one of the attractions of good Genre fiction. Immerse yourself in the conventions, and then use them to create something new. It’s not the only way to write, by any means, but it’s a good one.