The Gift of Music
For a musician, if both your attained level of artistry and your message resonate, people may then be open to ideas and theories that, in a different profession, would require some supporting documentation.
In other words, one of the nice things about being a “soul” proprietor in the Arts is that, after some aging, you reach a place where you can get away with at least attempting to define the things you’ve experienced, things you’ve learned (often by making mistakes), patterns you’ve observed; I mean “define” in the sense of interpreting the meaning of things, which gets awfully close to claiming to know the truth about something.
Scary territory, but here goes:
From 60’s-era song hits to the most current theories of quantum physics, some of our most expressive and our smartest minds (respectively) inform us that, at the most basic level, everything is “vibrations”. Good, bad, or perhaps indifferent; ranging from pop culture to string theory, we both intuit and subsequently appear able to prove that the very substance of reality is vibration.
I’ve lived a life of music from a very young age. As is often the case -- and however unfortunate -- something everpresent can at times be taken for granted. In multiple ways. One of the great common challenges of existence is to rediscover -- and in the process update and modify -- our love for the things which carry both the wonder and, at times, the almost inevitable tedium inherent in any case of constant companionship.
I feel no shame admitting that, in my personal quest to sustain my love of music, I’ve dared to ask the question, “Why is music so heavy, man?” What is it about music that is so magnetic, so engaging, so central to the human experience? It seems to me that, if music is as important as seems to be the case, there has to be an answer to this basic question.
I believe the answer is simple in essence: music is a focal lens that acts upon the myriad vibrations which constantly surround us -- of which we are in fact ourselves composed. The sound of music reveals a moment where the infinitely complex “warp and woof” of vibrational reality has clarity and definition.
If this is true, it’s no wonder we’re drawn to music as a moth to a flame; in the uncertain confusion that is life, anything that contains an instant nucleus of coherence is bound to be extremely compelling.
In this case it’s possible a greater understatement has never been made. The universality of people’s attraction to music is evidence that speaks for itself: music is indeed a gift. And a gift with many dimensions.
For anyone who’s blessed with musical ability, the gift becomes twofold; to enjoy both the hearing and the making of music is truly a privilege. And I believe it carries a responsibility as well: to be consciously present in that moment of focusing the lens requires a lifelong, non-superficial study of music’s infinite possibilities.
That’s what I’ve tried to engage in, and I try to bring that consciousness to all the performances, projects, collaborations, commissions, etc., in which I become involved. That focal, vibrational moment when music happens contains the possibility for magic to happen.