The use of abuse
Struggling for silence
It is pointless to remark the size and complexity of the world of music
here in the opening years of the 21st century. Nonetheless, such an intricate
network of musicians and its accompanying army of admin has deep penetration,
and nobody in the civilised world can claim ignorance of the motivated sounds
that pour upon us in an unceasing torrent. It is well to remember that every
bar of music publicly performed live or committed to disc arises from the
efforts of this army. Despite outbursts of gloom within the ranks, music
has, in a way, got the upper hand, and I cannot imagine even a furious music-hater
having the slightest effect upon a world that now echos and re-echoes to
hordes of singers and players.
I am my own worst enemy by allowing a constant trickle of music to my
environment for much of the day, with only occasional patches of silence.
Much as I need and appreciate the quality of silence I have yet to truthfully
forgo music as a deliberate act of will on a regular basis. This weakness,
I suspect, is pretty widespread, but only because music has become a public
utility switched on and off as a habit. If we could hear music only after
an exhausting sequence of preludial actions I am sure it would suffer neglect.
That, on reflection, would allow us time to rethink our abuse of music as
little more than a time-filler. Or would we slip on a record whilst we dreamily
gave it some thought?
Copyright © 2 May 2002 Basil Ramsey,
Eastwood, Essex, UK
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