An Op-Ed piece in last Sunday's New York Times was on the subject of sad music. I confess I couldn't read it. The notion that any music--any music--is uniformly of one emotion is an oversimplification I no longer tolerate.
Such nonsense has led to the inability on the part of a great many normal, regular folks simply to let music pour into them without labels--prescriptions, as it were.
It also makes music incomprehensible to children whose multi-faceted perceptions do not conform to any particular word or concept, thus driving them away from what I call "the good stuff."
Such discussions always bring to mind the reproduction of an oil painting in the Minneapolis Art Museum, shown at a conference of Music Education people at the University of Georgia. The painting showed a woman in a wide-brimmed hat seen from behind, seated in a field of wild flowers looking out to the distance. This, according to the proud presenter, called for gentle, pastoral music.
I hit the ceiling. "But look at the brush-strokes!"
Thursday, September 26, 2013
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