Music of any sort can make us
forget. Or remember. Or grow. They can also make us gag, curse and flee. Which
of those kicks in depends on when, where and why a particular music was made
and when where and why it was listened to.
Like all art, music is a reflection of times, places and people. Let us call this the situational triad. So when the triad of the composer and that of the consumer are close together, the reason why a music came into being and why it is heard have a great chance of congruence. This “why” factor then, speaks to the listener in terms of vicinities, proximities and histories. Obviously therefore, closer an individual is to those temporalities, geographies, societies that are mirrored in the music the better the individual will understand it.
Like all art, music is a reflection of times, places and people. Let us call this the situational triad. So when the triad of the composer and that of the consumer are close together, the reason why a music came into being and why it is heard have a great chance of congruence. This “why” factor then, speaks to the listener in terms of vicinities, proximities and histories. Obviously therefore, closer an individual is to those temporalities, geographies, societies that are mirrored in the music the better the individual will understand it.
These days we rarely hear mention
of the two great classical music traditions of our world. These forms that
originated in Europe and India and commonly called Western and
Hindustani/Karnatic respectively seems to have been substantially removed from
the current global musical aesthetic. If they had made like the Dodo and become
extinct, there would be no great cause for alarm and no big reason to comment
on its passing expect perhaps as a part of world history. To understand why
this is so and, by extension, to figure out why they persist if they do at all,
one must visit, at a very basic level, what music means to all us in terms of the
tune, the beat, the harmony, the symphony, the cacophony.
The term “music” is simple enough
to understand and refers to the various man-made or natural sounds that pleases
large groups of people. However “a music" or musics in the plural have a far more spectral and complex meaning. This is because musics pull in not just the tunes,
beats and harmonies but also many other social, temporal, emotional,
psychological and systemic factors. Combined, they can redefine random notes (or
yowls or shrieks, screams or bangs or bursts or thuds) as music (death metal
anyone?).
Now, the classical musics are so
named as much for their psycho-emotional, psychosocial situational fix as they
are for their systems. These are both, to a greater extent, old. Old, simply because they
have not changed. Situationally and systemically they have progressively ceased to mirror the changing world and so, they have gradually violated the fundamental
reason for the existence of a music. That which they depict
is becoming rapidly forgotten. Those systematic methods of tonal and harmonic
commentary on the world that they constructed and solidified over centuries are
being overrun by alternative systems that better reflect the urgencies, turmoil,
poesies, societies and politics of the day.
Removed then, from the proximate
cloud of time that surrounds today, the classical music systems and their times
have to be viewed much like a historian would approach the past. They do not
come naturally for they have no immediate referral to the present. So, essentially,
the appreciation of classical music is an acquired taste if people are not
deeply sensitive to histories. That is the case with the majority.
A condition of the modern world
is that it forgets easily because it is assailed every day with many things to
remember. Yesteryear for us is telescoped into a matter of days and lasts only
as long as the next superlative idea or tune or regime that forces itself into
our consciousness.
In contrast, classical musics were
created in a historical setting that changed slowly. For western music, this
change occurred over hundreds of years and for Hindustani/karnatic music over thousands
of years. Cooking slowly, they reached incredibly complex and subtle levels of
creative expression since the situational triads out of which they grew evolved
and changed but slowly, complexly and subtly. Because of this parallel
development, the peoples of the past understood those musics without really
having to try for they were integral to their living evolution. To understand,
contextualize and validate what they were hearing, they brought hundreds or
thousands of years of historic remembrances to bear. Yet, to a world where systems change
overnight, where impatience is a virtue and speed of change is a value, such unhurried,
millennia spanning complexity and subtlety are irrelevant, boring and
unfashionable.
Many, if asked, would say they
love Enya’s Gaelic ballads. The same would wonder if you’ve lost a few upstairs
if you ask them what they think about the 2nd movement of Beethoven’s
piano concerto number 5. Why do I compare these? Well, simply because the tunes and the harmonic juxtapositions
are similar. The former uses 200 vocal overlays to get an effect that the later
uses 200 instruments to create. The overlay trick is familiar, proximate and fully
understood by most. The orchestra? Very few get it. Similarly, every Sri Lankan
would recognize the basic tune of a Goyam Kaviya but blank when asked about
Raag Gara played around the fifth although the tune and lilts are identical.
You see, it is not important to
know. This is as it should be. It is really not relevant anymore to most.
Therefore, if the classical musics persist, they do so despite of society and
not because of it. They are an aberration, an anomaly. Those who enjoy them are
not the elites. Rather, they are the misfits. These misfits can place those
musics within the climes, times, and peoples from which they sprang. They can tie
their own minds and experiences firmly to the “why” of the composer and
therefore, much like a historian would, they find in them great quality, great
empathy, great reasons to forget, to remember, to grow. To them who take on the
arduous task of unpacking an aria, goes the same salute that goes to the majorities
who effortlessly move and thrive with the tune of the times.
For the many that live now who are sick of our times, it would be worth their while to visit those musics… at least to forget this tough, miserable, kickass we call the here-and-now...if not always to grow.
For the many that live now who are sick of our times, it would be worth their while to visit those musics… at least to forget this tough, miserable, kickass we call the here-and-now...if not always to grow.
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