Writing and performing music always has the potential to delight and enchant others, but there's also an aspect of being enchanted by the process.
There comes a point when a piece of music is so entirely learned that it doesn't require thought. Hands, breathing and the shapes your body must make to bring the music into the world become so embedded that the sounds emerge from a state of flow and presence and it feels as though the music is passing through you rather than being deliberately made.
I don't know to what degree anyone listening can tell the difference between that level of engagement with a piece and performing in a more conscious and deliberate way. From a performance perspective, it's a dramatic difference and allows a person to enter a very specific kind of space. Playing in this way feels intensely magical.
I've had a lot of years where problems with my body have limited my scope to play musical instruments. I've also had limited incentive - I'm not that keen on playing on my own. Opportunities to play with other musicians have recently appeared in my life, which has motivated me considerably. Re-learning tunes on a slightly different instrument has been a bit of a process.
Yesterday, there were moments of pure flow. There were tunes I've had inside me for many years that settled back under my fingers and started to flow properly when I played them. It was a glorious sort of feeling and made me realise how much I have missed this part of myself, and this relationship with tunes.
Most of what I play comes from British folk traditions. I'm also very interested in the work of Irish composer O'Carolan, whose music folk musicians have kept alive. He should more properly be recognised as a baroque composer and be taken more seriously on the classical side - as he was during his lifetime. I've been obsessed with his music since childhood, and having some of his melodies back under my fingers is particularly exciting.
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