Soul Music II
Copyright 2016 - 2020 Don Ray
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While watching an amazing performances, by John Nakamatsu performing a piano concerto.
As I watch the extreme facial and body language and contortions, and marvel at the physical training and skills of these artists, it strikes me how ridiculous the whole thing is. To train the human body to this extreme level, to concoct such bizarre contraptions of wood and string and metal, all in the effort to communicate from one soul to another…….this scene and countless others like it through the ages give powerful testimony to a profound and fundamental truth.
Musical instruments, and the musicians that master them, demonstrate the desperate drive that takes the human spirit to any lengths to establish, even if only for the duration of a performance, some connection with another human soul.
This depth and breadth of expression does not come easily. The musicians’ faces reflect the life of focused discipline required to convey a tiny fragment of one human soul to another.
The very existence of music of the complexity of Chopin’s Piano Concerto No 1 Opus 11, or Beethoven’s Symphony No. 7 in A Major Opus 92, and the way some of us crave hearing such masterpieces, should not be lightly dismissed as a quirk of societal artistic development.
There is a reason for this, and it provides a most important insight into our deepest spiritual needs: our clumsy words do not suffice to connect us at the depth for which our souls hunger; so we carve and glue and bend wood, and then train and discipline and condition our bodies and minds to extraordinary degrees, in order to communicate that part of the soul for which we have no words or explanation or description.
Let the music of our souls ring forth, and let us give thanks to the composers and musicians that provide the channel for that connection.
Copyright 2016 - 2020 Don Ray
Websites tend to evaporate into the digital ether. Feel free to print and share this page.
Copyright 2016 - 2020 Don Ray
Websites tend to evaporate into the digital ether. Feel free to print and share this page.
While watching an amazing performances, by John Nakamatsu performing a piano concerto.
As I watch the extreme facial and body language and contortions, and marvel at the physical training and skills of these artists, it strikes me how ridiculous the whole thing is. To train the human body to this extreme level, to concoct such bizarre contraptions of wood and string and metal, all in the effort to communicate from one soul to another…….this scene and countless others like it through the ages give powerful testimony to a profound and fundamental truth.
Musical instruments, and the musicians that master them, demonstrate the desperate drive that takes the human spirit to any lengths to establish, even if only for the duration of a performance, some connection with another human soul.
This depth and breadth of expression does not come easily. The musicians’ faces reflect the life of focused discipline required to convey a tiny fragment of one human soul to another.
The very existence of music of the complexity of Chopin’s Piano Concerto No 1 Opus 11, or Beethoven’s Symphony No. 7 in A Major Opus 92, and the way some of us crave hearing such masterpieces, should not be lightly dismissed as a quirk of societal artistic development.
There is a reason for this, and it provides a most important insight into our deepest spiritual needs: our clumsy words do not suffice to connect us at the depth for which our souls hunger; so we carve and glue and bend wood, and then train and discipline and condition our bodies and minds to extraordinary degrees, in order to communicate that part of the soul for which we have no words or explanation or description.
Let the music of our souls ring forth, and let us give thanks to the composers and musicians that provide the channel for that connection.
Copyright 2016 - 2020 Don Ray
Websites tend to evaporate into the digital ether. Feel free to print and share this page.
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