Wondering how much we miss
Music as an all-embracing art is prone -- as here -- to endless gossip, chat,
and seemingly endless bickering about this and that. If we then add the
amount of view-mongering spread over an enormous fascination for the
minutiae of music in innumerable aspects, we are beginning to perceive
the global immensity of it all.
As an editor curious to a fault over this subject in its endless variation,
I am continuously engaged in detail for the way in which music reacts
upon each of us as individuals. We may as well admit that each of us hear
the sounds of any one piece of music in as many ways as there are listeners.
Obvious as this may seem, we slip into the error of imagining otherwise,
possibly because listening is often a mass undertaking, and we cannot
shake off the assumption that we hear music identically. More to the point,
a dazzling coda to a familiar orchestral piece will increase the audience
reaction in direct proportion to the extent of the dazzle. Admittedly, this
is a rule-of-thumb explanation of the dazzle factor. All audiences contain
the shrewd listeners who are unmoved by dazzle unless it shares the
conviction of a worthy performance, but they are outclapped by the folk
overwhelmed by the experience as a whole. It doesn't require scientific
readings to discern the signs of satisfaction from an audience.
If we stand back from all this and relive it in our minds, the initial
implications are drawn from explicit feelings. The whole experience will be
drawn into our musical 'library' and gives a touch more authority to our
overall attitude towards the art.
We realise the significance of our growing expanse of direct musical experience.
From this is drawn the strengthening resources within us for bringing music to
a level of supreme experience. Music, like no other, draws upon internal forces
to activate a colossal awakening to the extent of its special power upon our
minds and bodies. Those who neglect this are merely denied insight. It is a
matter of choice.
Copyright © 15 August 2002 Basil Ramsey,
Eastwood, Essex, UK