Music possesses only the pure perfection of fact – a fact rising in rhythms of sound. Rhythms which seem inhuman, because they’re essentially free from desire, fear and distress. Free from all the visions of glory, honor or the longing we impose upon music’s facade. Free from the emotional baggage, without which we cannot listen to any merely human music. For whatever remains when the merely human has been stripped from our arts, must be the essence of a communication from we know not where… with we know not what. Advertisements
That rather sums it up… If you’re the kind of person that likes your music rather more symphonic, than not. An “A” has been the note by which orchestras calibrate themselves forever and ever. If you’re not this type of person, the definition still holds. It’s just the roadies and guitar techs who do the tuning, before the music begins.
“It’s easy to play any musical instrument: all you have to do is touch the right key at the right time and the instrument will play itself.” Today is the day we remember the birthday of Johann Sebastian Bach, a composer of such prodigious productivity that we feel fairly certain we only know of but a portion of his output. Most of the music he wrote has been thought to have been lost, possibly to such mundane uses as the wrapping of fish. His organ music is of such outstanding quality that, over 250 years after his death, we still have nothing to equal it, much less surpass it. Estimates vary, but it’s thought that we only have, perhaps, from a quarter to a third of his actual output. And we know of around 1120 works. Writing new music for church services each and every week of the year, for your entire career, will certainly drive those totals up. Oh… and he also fathered 20 children… And you thought Barbara Cartland was prolific… Name a genre of …
You insist on a beat to your music – a pounding, driving rhythm that stirs your blood. But where in your world is a place for the Music which enflames the head, as well as the heart? EJ Liederstein
Truth is in the Music; not in the performance. Truth resides in the thing itself, not in how well or how poorly we manage to say it. Mere pyrotechnics or pleasing sounds will never impart to Music a Truth which cannot be found without those sounds. You must never confuse the Truth of the message with the method of delivery. EJ Liederstein The picture is a sign posted inside a hotel elevator in Chiang Mai, Thailand.