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First text | on Apr 18th 2000, 00:31:31 wrote steve about music |
Latest text | on Jul 31st 2019, 17:28:03 wrote does this still work about music |
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It's music, for I should know its voice among a thousand, and there are other voices in its roar.
Music is kinetic sculpture. Air set in motion over a period of time. If I could see the whole sculpture at once, would it still be music?
For Mozart, composition was matter-of-fact. I have seen his original manuscript for the Symphony 36, 'The Linz.' It runs from first note to last note with barely an erasure or blot-out.
Not so, Beethoven, for whom composition was a herculean chore. In his original manuscript for his Symphony 3, 'Eroica,' there are holes in the paper from where he threw his pen in frustration, and great blocks of hastily crossed-out notes and edits.
Does this make one composer better than the other?
Not at all. Both Mozart and Beethoven are geniuses.
It's just that one had to work harder at it.
If music is supposed to be »good« for anyone, we are in the presence of two variables (not counting, the relative idea of goodness: how good is good?); first there are so many kinds of music or, in other words, so many things can be said to be music, that »music« all by itself is almost meaningless. You or me, or anyone are even less meaningful than any definition of music, because of their linguistic status as »shifters«. Their meaning is reduced to their reference in a given instance. If someone said to me: »music is good for you«, I would wonder what he is getting at. Military music does not strike me as good either for me or for anyone. Trumpets used to be associated with kings; does it mean that listineng to a trumpet volontary is a royalist choice? Social and musical paradigms shift as much as pronoun reference, over time. Music is what you make of it.
The surest way to communicate with someone whose language you can't understand on a genuine wavelength.
Psychologists describe what is called the Mozart Effect that there is something in his music that stimulates the intelligence, and can make you smarter. Stefan Kanfer describes the 'Trazom Effect,' from Mozart spelled backwards, in which listening to certain pop-rock groups can make you dangerously stupid.
Is it possible to not like music at all?
What I mean is: You are sitting in your living room with a recent acquaintance, and you put on a CD...it could be any CD,...Bessie Smith...Soundgarden... Chopin...and he says, "Could you please turn that off? I don't like music.
Not just this music, but music in general. The concept of music. I don't like the beat, the rhythm, the harmony, the vocals, any of it. I don't listen to music in my home, in my car. I don't have any particular song running through my head at any time, and I like it that way."
Is that possible?
on Apr 18th 2000, 00:31:31,
steve wrote the following
about music:
Is it possible to not like music at all?
What I mean is: a recent acquaintance
says, "Could you please turn that off? I don't like music.
Not just this music, but music in
general.
well...
i knew someone exactly like that. he was called chris; his roommate listened to beatles albums and while this annoyed him, he said it was no worse than any other music.
-i don't really like music.
-what, no pop music at all?
-no music at all.
he preferred the sound a tv makes when the volume is zero. and drinking diet cola.
Starchild, on a mission of love
Starchild, fallen from the skies above
Lost forever in a dream
In a mescaline time machine
Starchild, in the danger zone
Starchild, now she?s all alone
Lost forever in a dream
In a mescaline time machine
Here she comes, burning like a supernova
Here she comes again
Starchild
Starchild, in the summer sky
Starchild, drinking of the poppy wine
Never ageing, never dying
Always laughing, never crying
Starchild, on the astral plane
Starchild, in a dream once again
Never ageing, never dying
Always laughing, never crying
Without music life would be a mistake.
(Friedrich Nietzsche)
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