The other night I was up late channel surfing. My sweet EC was snuggled up to me, and already out cold. Me? I was avoiding going to sleep. Do you know why? Because if you go to sleep at night, the next thing you know, it's morning. Do you know what happens in the morning? You have to get up. And I don't like getting up. So, I procrastinate going to sleep. I'm nothing if not logical.
Anyway, as I scrolled through the programs, the movie "Amadeus" caught my eye. I was compelled to stop and watch.
Amadeus (1984) is one of my all-time favorite movies. I lost count of how many times I have seen it. I love the music, the story, the acting. It makes me think as well. One reason I know it so well is that I worked at a movie theater when it was playing. I would make a point to slip in the back of the theater and watch in whenever I could. The movie spurred an interest in Mozart, and I fell in love with his work. I mentioned some of it in yesterday's post.
As I was watching, a short piece of Simfonia Concertante was used in the soundtrack. That little piece of music triggered a thought, which triggered another. This post is just a listing of some of those thoughts. (Mostly because I couldn't figure out a way to put them all together with any sense of coherence.) Feel free to contribute any thoughts you have on the topic.
• It occurred to me that I have heard the Simfonia Concertante more times in my life than Mozart ever did in his. I've been a fan for some 25+ years, and listen to it quite often - it is on my Sabbath playlist.
• The only way Mozart could have ever heard the song was either in his head, or performed live. There were no recordings.
• I have seen this piece performed once. It was great, but I know the piece from hearing it over and over again. Back in Mozart's day, it would be almost impossible for a listener to get really familiar with a piece, because your opportunities to hear it would be so limited.
• Some of classical music's greatest works were under-appreciated in their day, and were only performed a few times. Some, like Beethoven's 5th were performed badly the first time.
• Of all the people who have lived on the earth, only the people who have lived in the last 100 years have been able to hear the same song, performed exactly the same way, twice.
• Recorded music for private use has only been around for a little more 100 years. I have been around for 50 of those 100 years.
• I have 2490 songs in my iTunes library. Not very many by today's standards - My kid's standards, that is.
• If I were to listen to every one of those songs once, it would take 7 days, 18 hours, 33 minutes.
• My brain holds the music and complete lyrics to about 2200 of those songs. I wonder what percentage of my brain is filled with that music.
• I don't even want to think about how much money my family has given Apple to house our music.
a) Me singing to myself
b) Other people singing around me
d) My family members playing instruments
e) An occasional concert/musical theater performance
• I hear music all day long - in the office, in stores, on the TV, in church - and that is all incidental - that music is just playing - I didn't choose it, but it is there constantly. In addition, I can also listen to music in my house, in my office or on my head - all music that I listen to by choice.
Where am I going with this? I don't really know. I just got lost in thoughts about music, and began to appreciate how lucky I am to have this incredible access to unlimited music - unlike most people in the history of the world. Lucky? Blessed? Maybe.
It also makes me wonder what the endless drone of the music is drowning out. I would like to think that the soundtrack to my life enhances my life. Or does having a constant soundtrack playing in my life detract from deeper thinking, from spiritual communication, from peace? Either? Both?
I can't imagine the boy Joseph walking into the grove of trees wearing an iPod.