
You know it’s getting bad when you have to add things like “blog” or “eat lunch,” or even my classiest entry “fucking sleep tonight!” to your to-do list.
With the ending of UB3, Laura’s show and now my mini art show, I have run out of justifiable distractions from the work I’ve been avoiding and my life now officially consists of only School and Work. A LOT of school and work. Like the amount of school and work that makes you throw up a little in your mouth. Thus, let’s not be surprised that, until graduation, the content of this blog will not likely stray far from a) my eclectic and rather poorly chosen APU classes and/or b) Chili’s bar and grill. This is gonna be an awesome few months.
Does it ever happen to you that you learn something new—say, a new word—and suddenly you are reading that word in your favorite magazine, hearing the newsperson say it on the nightly news, noticing that your professor uses it a lot? It almost seems that your learning of that word released it into this collective conscious where people all around you suddenly started using it more because you read its definition. Well lately it seems like everyone and everything around me is talking about thinking musically. This semester for the first time I am taking an ethnomusicology course on the music of Latin America and, while I’m not suggesting that musical analysis was recently released into the collective conscious, I am suggesting that it is a hot topic that I am totally in to right now.
On the first day of my class on the music of Latin America my professor asked us—seemingly rhetorically—why every culture and people group in history has created music. As we all took a moment to feel impressed by his point, he answered his (apparently non-rhetorical) question:
We create music because we HAVE to. We have ALWAYS had to. Because we cannot possibly express the glory of this life through anything less than music.
His voice cracked as he said it.
There really is something to be said about the universality of music. Virtually as long as humans have been known to speak and build tools, they have sung and played instruments. Too often, for me, prose or images fall short of what I want to convey. I am consistently left unsatisfied, combing my mind for some tool I am overlooking that could allow another to really see through my eyes. Sure, this may be because I am neither writer nor visual artist (and sweet god, I am NO musician), but I recognize a breadth of expression in music that I do not see elsewhere.
Much of Latin music finds its roots in Africa (obviously an import that arrived along with the slave ships) and so heavily utilizes the brilliant musical style of improvisation. In the same vein of jazz and good freestyle rap, improvisation forces the musician to keep a rhythm, invent meaningful and clever parts (often lyrics) on the spot, deliver those parts immediately to the melody, and to engage or respond to fellow musicians playing along. My mind is bending even now as I consider this. It is no surprise that as neuroscientists only begin breaking ground on studying the chemical functions of the brain, they would devote so much focus to the musical mind. As neurologist and author Dr David Rosenfield notes,
“Musicians can learn new visual memories and new motor programming memories throughout adulthood. If you want to learn a new language as an adult, it’s hard. Yet a musician looks at a visual symbol and translates that into a motor output that in turn provides an auditory input. People who do that professionally have different brains.
An awesome study came out a few years ago in the Scientific American that showed that there was 25% more brain activity observed in a musician’s mind than a non-musician’s when simply listening to a musical piece. Children as young as five years old were observed to have hyperdevelopment of brain activity do to their musical exposure in the home. The study concluded that music had a biological basis and that the brain definitely has a functional organization for music. So I guess a better answer to my professor’s question would be that the reason all people in observed history have created music is because the human body is made to produce music…it is in our nature.
This holds a lot of weight for me as a non-musician interested in the endless expansion of her mind, as it should for you even as a musician. It is absurd that I do not play.
I am planning to spend a year in and across Central and South America (youshouldcome) beginning in June 2008. I will reveal details as they emerge. One of my goals between now and then is to really begin to learn a musical instrument. I’m considering percussion…maybe the Marimba or (more likely) the Steelpan.
I mean, can you imagine what it would do to your mind to play in the pan yards of Trinidad and Tobago?
holy sweet jesus.
FUCK dude,
I cannot handle that video. It seems like it couldn’t even be real, but also the greatest thing ever forever.
I have the chills and I’m crying and I’m so damn excited…
By the way, this is the 400th post. apparently.
Jenna– so many things right now. um, first of all, you are definitely a writer. second, your mini art show? where and when can i see this?? third, I AM COMING! fourth, i can’t believe how much you have to do. your to do list is literally unbelievable. when the semester ends will you let me just hold you? did i mention that i am coming?
Alisha– i will post pix of the art show asap! It’s the show that was curated for Women in Art (there are four of us in the class). It looks sicker than it really is in photos so this will be good. Also I make a to-do list like that every day (admittedly it is extra bad on monday’s and wednesdays) and then I curse the heavens. onlyfourweeksuntilsanity.
yeah come on, you’re a writer.