Re: [Harp-L] music and perception

["Rick Dempster" <rick.dempster@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

That was a good read Ken; I second everything you say.  Nice to read an
email with paragraphs too.
RD

>>> Ken Deifik <kenneth.d@xxxxxxxxxxxx> 29/05/2007 18:50:08 >>>

>Chris M writes:
>Music has rules for listening and most of the time if
>you don't like the music then you don't understand it.

Jonathan Ross replies:

>Bah.

I've only quoted Ross' first word because a well reasoned subjective 
analysis of subjectivity is hard to argue with.  It was a really good
reply.

However, I have this conversation - usually slightly heated - with my
wife 
about once a year.

She has great ears, being both from Texas AND a great producer of
recorded 
material, mostly comedy radio commercials, but that's more like music
than 
you might imagine.  Occasionally we'll be driving and I'll put
something on 
and she'll ask me to play something else, because she really doesn't
like 
what I'm playing.  Some times it's music she liked the last time she
heard 
it, sometimes it's new music for her and it hasn't engaged her.

Experience has taught me that music I don't like at first is very
likely 
music I'll like later on.  The list of music I didn't like at first,
and 
can't live without now:
Music of the African American culture
Soul music
Soul Jazz
Organ Jazz
Bill Evans
Stan Getz
Mambo
The Rolling Stones
Howlin' Wolf (I swear)
San Francisco Rock Music of the late 60's
Jose Feliciano's version of Light My Fire
Country music (up to about 1975 or so - still have no use for the
rest)
Rachmaninoff
Aaron Copland
Bluegrass

In each case at first I didn't hear it, then I did.  That's why I
rarely 
'hate' music I don't hear.  I fully expect to 'hear' it some day.  Even

Opera.  I'm nearly certain it is not really just people screaming at
each 
other.

But after a few 'conversions' I had to ask myself what the hell was up.
 In 
nearly every case I had to conclude, as Chris has, that these musics
have 
rules.  Really, I think they're like different languages, only alot
more 
fun to learn, and generally acquired during a felicitous instant.  I
don't 
think this happens consciously, but when music grabs that thing in you

which experiences a strong feeling when listening to music, you fall in

love in a second.

A for-instance experience.  I worked at a record store in the late
60's, 
when they were called record stores, and this store had a policy of
playing 
records that customers asked to hear.  Old black folks would come in
and 
order me to play various soul records. I got a huge kick out of getting

ordered around by these people, who rarely got to order young white
kids 
around, but I had no use for Soul music, as it all sounded the same to

me.  Imagine.  But I could hear my family's words ringing in my ears -
all 
rock and roll sounded alike to them.  I knew it didn't sound alike, but

they couldn't hear the diff, and I mapped that to my reaction to soul 
music.  (Mind you, I loved all kinds of blues already, and had a decent

collection for a teenager.)

And then one day, a few months into the job, I 'heard' soul music and 
nobody had to order me to put records on anymore.  Suddenly I felt the

music and fell in love.

This even happens with music I like.  I had a Duke Ellington 
compilation.  Liked it, played it alot.  Music from his 'high' period
of 
the early 40's.  Then one day I heard that weird, beautiful 'other
thing' 
that's there in Ellington's music. Lots of Ellington freaks have 
experienced this.  I played the comp over and it was there on every 
track.  I ran out and bought a bunch more Duke from the 40's.  It was
on 
every track, this 'other thing' that elevated the music to a place
where I 
had never heard music go before.  It's still there for me.  Hope you
hear 
it too.

Hell, it even happens when you're pitching music.  I managed an act for
a 
short time in the early 80's.  We put together 10G's to make a
sensational 
four song demo produced by a guy who made hits.  We sent the demo to 
everybody, including a guy I'll call The Big Cheese.  I didn't hear
from 
Cheese for a month, so I finally called and talked to Brother Of
Cheese, a 
guy who became the head of one of the major labels a few years later. 
He 
was completely dismissive, said his brother the Cheese didn't like the

music at all.

I parted ways with the singer.  One year later somebody else sent the
music 
to the Cheese.  He called from NYC (the singer lived in LA) and said he
had 
booked a flight to LA so he could meet her immediately, and wanted to
know 
why he had never heard her before.  She was smart enough to not tell
him 
the truth.  He flew out, they hit it off, he got her on Arista,
produced 
the record, it was really good, and the rest would have been history if
the 
record had been a hit.

(Huge life lesson for me.  No is an insincere response as far as I'm 
concern, the responder just doesn't realize it yet.)

Suddenly a barrier comes down.  Sometimes it comes down at once.  The 
Beatles come to mind, for me and I'll bet for the other old farts on
the 
list.  But when I talk to young people they nearly all tell me they had

their 'Beatle Year' when they finally 'got' the Beatles music after
having 
had it shoved down their throats by their parents from before birth.

Different musics hit different ears instantly, or after a while, or
after a 
long while.  But I fully expect to like almost everything after a
while, 
and 'getting it', the notion that drives my wife insane when I tell her

she'll 'get' Blind Willie Johnson some day, has at least something to
do 
with hearing the rules for that music.  One could not at gunpoint
actually 
verbalize or codify the rules, but those rules are as real as the rules
for 
putting together a sentence in your native tongue, and it took until
pretty 
recently to codify the rules of grammer.

All one has to do is listen to the music of a foreign land.  If you
have 
access to the various musics of the Balkan states or of eastern Europe,

listen and my point will be made.  You have to be around that stuff for
a 
very long time before it makes a lick of sense, so to speak.

Except for the stuff that grabs you right away.

Aw, screw opera.


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