A music-specific continuation from Jan 26 (‘The Problems of an Ideal Rabbit‘):

For me and many others, one of the main and eternal aspirations of a musician is to break down the physical and mental barriers to genuine expression. Last night, listening to my friends perform as I’m often lucky enough to do, I had a thought as to what one of these mental barriers might be.

When we play music, we have in our head a concept of the performance we want to create. To put this roughly in terms of Platonic idealism, we have a concept of the ‘ideal’ form of a piece which we then strive to reproduce in our material world of change. But too often I think live performance remains only a faint shadow of our ideal interpretation, because the latter plays in our mind in sync with and more loudly than the sounds we actually produce. And this is why listening back to our own recordings can be so illuminating and so disappointing; suddenly we’re stripped of the comfort blanket that is the illusion that we’re doing justice to our sound concept, and we’re left naked with only the inferior product of this concept in the externally audible world.

So, aims for the next time I pick up my cello: 1. Turn down the volume or even hit pause on the ‘ideal’ performance in my head in order to truly listen to the living sound. 2. Be reassured that, in music, there are infinite versions of the ideal (so a work of music, as a concept abstract in the material world, can’t strictly exist in Plato’s world of ideas anyway). 3. Play loudly enough to be heard in Indonesia; surely one culture will find my tuning ‘system’ ideal.

Listening to my whole itunes library on shuffle, this thought popped into my head… If Mozart was alive today, would he love Jason Mraz? I hope so. Because I love them both, and I’d hate for them not to get on.

And that question, as ever, raises more questions… How would artistic tastes from two or three hundred years ago transfer to today’s world? Would a twenty-first century Mozart fill up his ipod with Haydn symphonies? Or would he have a burning desire to collaborate with Lady Gaga? The postmodernists would have a field day.

Inspired by a conversation with a friend (you know who you are) at lunch today over gluten-free orange polenta cake:

Can music replace religion? Or does music itself necessitate religion?