@elifyalvac Hi Elif. Your post here was so good that I left it without a response! 😅 And btw - your image of it being like a radio station where you don't have to change channel is EXACTLY the kind of thing I had in mind. I don't know why I didn't put it that way myself; but yes, I love the idea of this endless kaleidoscope of music one can just let run and run, like a good radio station journey, but with something of this length not being the ambient experience you'd perhaps expect - something rather with more consistently varied and involved material. :)
I went back and reread your piece just now, prompted by you prompting me. Everyone's contributions are good; funny to be a little citation in someone else's reckoning with the same question I've apparently just spent months not-quite-answering for myself. :D
It already addresses things better than I could: the worth isn't in the noticing of the thing. It's in the making, and then in whatever we make being allowed to keep existing beyond us, in whatever form. As a side effect of that process, other wonderful happenings may occur too, as you said: finding an understanding tribe, for example.
It was good to read about Tekla Griebel Wandall in your blog again - a whole life spent publishing, with performance only coming decades later. We just don't know what will happen, do we? Even where our work can't be performed, or nothing like that ever arrives, the making and the self-documentation stand - and not as a waiting room before some "real" thing happens.
I also keep thinking about how carefully you separated "worth" from visibility in that piece. The DIY tour, Reykjavik, the NNA Tapes discovery - none of it reads, in your telling, as proof that persistence gets rewarded with an audience. It reads as proof that honouring a musical impulse consistently changes what becomes possible for you, as one example. A different claim, and a more honest one. :)
Thanks again for your words. The making itself is never worthless, whatever does or doesn't come after.
