Solidity, Instability, Music |
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by Chris Chandler
What does an insect see when it lights on a mirror?
Does it register vanity?
Does it pause and comb its antennae or contemplate the slight
overbite to its mandibles?
Is it transformed when it flies through a room where Mozart is
playing?
What divine music surrounds us at every momnet of every hour of every day that we do not hear?
Are we all flies flitting about in a giant music chamber, yet we
hear nothing?
Does that mean the music is not there?
...It occurs to me that all matter is in constant motion for everything is comprised of molecules reververating, forever
All matter is in constant motion, only some is vibrating so fast that they seem to us to be solid - which for us, being solid objects our selves is rather convenient - other wise we would pass through each other like the low bass tones from your neighbors stereo passes through thin walls otherwise cops from other dimensions would come to tell us to turn our
stereos down.
Still there are some out there that say, "give me the familiar, let me hear Hotel California just one more time." Give me hard, unflinching, empirical facts. I need sheet music for jazz. Tune your instrument, they cry. Seduce me with realism. Don't get me drunk on cheap poetry, then try to take advantage of me.
They don't realize that it is with in that moment of infinite uncertainty that we are able to hear the note, magnificent, bent, out of tune that compromises the chord with in the progression that generates the phrase that builds the stanza that defines the work that is the world in which we walk...
Our lives hang in the air like musical notes. Sometimes we lilt towards heaven like the angels of Chigal or we slither downward to the abanabal baritone of a Leadbelly ballad. Either way, all is Coltrane. Louie Armstrong sings Cole Porter, and we are walking on, standing on, sleeping on music.
We are the fly that dreamed Mozart.
Open a window -- eves drop on God.
Turn off your radio and hear it.
Nothing is solid. No moment can be
Coltrane.
We are standing upon a giant G chord
all is song.
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