Monday, February, 05, 2007 2:40 PM
Glee
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music
YES! The death of music is the canary in the coal mine to me. I do music therapy with Alzheimers patients. The way I do this is to gently sing one of the sing-along songs of their youth to them until they find one of the millions of neural connections to that song that remain intact. And BAM, suddenly, there they are, looking out of their eyes at me. For one glorious moment they are back on solid ground. Their joy is indescribable. The nursing staff is astonished to see someone who is no longer capable of speech sing the song through, every word in place, sweet and true. The best moment I will ever remember is, as a nursing home activities director, meeting a newly transferred patient, a handsome, ravaged man in his seventies, totally unresponsive, lying motionless in his gurney, as an orderly and his wife wheeled him into his new room. She looked at him with such devotion, and such pain. I asked her what his interests were. She told me he had loved to sing. So I bent close to him, and took his hand, looked straight into his eyes, and started singing "Let Me Call You Sweetheart". By the end of the verse, he was looking back at me. I started the song again. He opened his mouth, and, weakly, began to sing along. Then a puzzled look came into his eyes, and he broke his gaze from my eyes, and sought the eyes of his wife. When he found them, he smiled, and he sang the song to her. We sang the song two more times, then he tired, and closed his eyes and slept. His wife turned to me with tears streaming, and told me it was the first time in over a year that he had made a sound. Of course he hadn't spoken. He was lost. He just needed a path to a familiar place. "He is still there," she said. "Yes," I said, "And he still loves you with all his heart." He died a couple of weeks later. I think he had finally done what he needed to do, what he had been waiting to accomplish. His generation had songs for every moment of the day, for every experience of their lives. In the evenings, on Sunday afternoons, at gatherings and picnics and long walks or rides home, people sang together. Every song had hundreds and thousands of memories attached. They meant something. When jazz appeared on the scene, people worried. They worried about Rock and Roll. Was it because of the minor keys, and the disturbing beats? To some extent. But more, the wrongness about them was that they were the domain of the individual, not the group. They were for independent voices, and virtuoso musicians. They were for listening, not participation. They did not belong to the listener. Today we have rap, angry noise. And we have American Idol. The Big Three sneer at the "old fashioned" singers. They do not want melody. They want vocal acrobatics. They want style, not heart. They tell the rest of us we are not good enough - to stop singing. To shut up. And we have. Someday our children will be in a nursing home. What song will bring them home?
Tuesday, February, 06, 2007 1:11 PM
dmm
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Answers to some questions/comments
Rob wrote: "Do we create songs, or discover them? Plato and St John would say, we are given them."
This reminds me of a musician joke, where the artist intros a song with "This is a song that the Lord gave me last week. I'm so thankful to God for giving me this song. But if you sing it without my permission, I'll sue your pants off!"
This is funny (to me, anyway) because it sums up the quandary of everyone who lives "by his wits." It takes a lot of effort and training to get to the place where God can give you a good idea, or at least get to the place where you can actually do something with a good idea. So a musician (artist, scientist, engineer, etc.) naturally wants (and often needs) a return on his investment. He's worked hard, for many years, and now, to be blunt, he wants money. But on the other hand, he also knows that he could not have done what he did without inborn talent, without the self-sacrifice of parents and teachers, and without being "visited by the muse." So this makes him feel like asking for money is unseemly.
Maybe people with strong bodies feel similarly about their sports achievements. (But I wouldn't know about that!)
Rob wrote: "...why would you ever listen to music while doing something else?"
I think you're going overboard here. Of course it would be weird and rude to check email at a concert, because the whole point of going to a concert is to listen to the music. But music doesn't have to be an exclusive activity EVERY TIME. It isn't gnostic to listen to music while driving, or to sing spirituals while picking cotton, or to dance to music, or to have background music at a dinner party.
Rob wrote: "...every innovation that reduces congregational participation, be it new tunes to old words, hackneyed words to old tunes, or general tuneless repetition of the same 7 words, destroys what should be an important congregational participation."
I sympathize, but again I think you are going too far. You are condemning all church music innovations based upon your experience with a music director who seems to have either poor training or poor taste. And I think you are blaming modern music for lack of participation, when in fact the main cause of lack of participation is simply lack of participation. What I mean is, people are just not attending church services enough. Therefore (and not surprisingly) they fail to acquire the skills necessary to participate effectively in those services. I blame parents, who are both too lazy to attend themselves, and also too weak-willed to force their children to attend. And I blame church leaders, who fail to hold people's feet to the fire. Even my church (which is generally a good church) has substituted home Bible studies during the week for Sunday evening worship. [begin rant] Huh?? Why would I prefer to meet on Monday night rather than Sunday night? I'm OFF on Sunday! [end rant, get back to point] Needless to say, there's not much congregational singing at those home Bible studies. And there's no regular Wednesday night prayer meeting either, so again, no opportunity for congregational singing.
One last comment, relating to Glee's point about "the death of music." I wonder if a big part of the blame isn't portable music players. For millenia, if you wanted music, you had to make it yourself or else go somewhere to hear someone else make it. Then phonographs and radios came along, but they were confined to houses. Later you could get a radio in your car. Later still you could get a carry-along radio, but the batteries didn't last long. In any case, you were still confined to whatever the disc jockeys chose to play. If you wanted a particular piece, you still had to play or sing it yourself. Then came the Walkman and its descendants, down to the IPod, and also satellite radio. So now you can almost always hear a professional play/sing whatever you want, whenever you want. Is it so surprising that music (as a participatory action) is dying? We are finding many things like that in our society: music, sports, acting, reading, writing, teaching, cooking, inventing, home improvement, growing food, seeing nature, raising children, etc. All have been consigned to the "experts." Meanwhile people mourn the death of our culture.