Day 90: Monday
Good morning Zak,
So I just picked up this book from the library.
I can explain… it was an honest mistake. I went to the bookstore the other day to pick up a different book, but they didn’t have it. Then I saw this monster. Umberto Eco’s Writings on Medieval Thought. It was too late. I had seen it! How could I resist now?
I have to return it in a month, and the library has a strict “no backsies” policy—one of the many reasons I miss the old country. *Sigh* If it turns out to be half as good as I’m expecting I think I’ll have to go out and buy it.
Anyway, just starting to read this thing has got me thinking about a few things. One of them is this: how intense does an experience need to be for us to enjoy it?
Thomas Aquinas was opposed to the use of instrumental music in Church. He was afraid that the aesthetic rapture elicited by the music of instruments would be so overwhelming that it might prove an obstacle to focused worship.
Now Zak, I listen to a lot of medieval music… some of it with instruments… I don’t have a clue what this crazy old man was talking about. I mean it’s very beautiful music. That’s why I listen to it. But distracting? Enrapturing?
I guess what I’m saying is, what ever happened to the days when maximum euphoria consisted in a few notes plucked out on a lute? Today I go to concerts, and people are adding laser shows, eight-channel surround-sound, live electronics… Even the sounds themselves need extra spice. We add noise components, odd timbres, aleatory… It’s all great stuff. But what happened to mere music? You know, like pitches and rhythms… harmonies, if you wanna get fancy with it…
I have a flat-mate who watches TV on her computer while listening to music on her phone at the same time. There’s nothing wrong with that, if that’s what you want to do. I’m a contemporary composer, so I’m used to noise.
The Italians have a word, americanata: “an action or behavior characterized by an unsophisticated taste for grandeur and ostentation, which is usually attributed to the Americans.”
If I have any ascetic impulse in me, it’s there out of selfishness, not moralism. I want to enjoy things as much as I can. That’s the only reason I’d prefer less over more. I’m a fan of synesthesia. It’s excess that bothers me.
I’m writing a piano piece of just chords. One chord about every two to five seconds. In between there’s nothing. Just resonance. I think it would go nicely with wine and dark chocolate, in an intimate setting, with friends.