Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Com Seetharam Yetchury on Music

Music occupies more areas of our brain than language does. In other words, we are a musical species
Michael Jackson’s sudden death has left millions stunned. In the same week, sarod maestro Ustad Ali Akbar Khan expired. The saffron brigade bemoaning insufficient media attention to the latter, anxious to reap the political benifit is synically invoking the  swadeshi vs videshi confrotnation.
The pleasures of Ali Akbar’s music are immeasurable. Chandranandan, the raga that he crafted, continues to evoke an irrepressible range of emotions. Recently, we also lost Gangubai Hangal (July 21) and the vocal genius of Carnatic music, D.K. Pattammal (July 16). These geniuses elevated our sense of being, contributing to the pleasures of leisure. Jackson, on the other hand, epitomised the emotions of a dynamic generation on the move. When my daughter in late 1980s asked me if I had seen one song, I was stupefied. One can only hear a song, or so I thought. Jackson, above anybody else, shaped generations to not merely visualise but to see and experience the pleasures of music.
Oliver Sacks, Professor of Clinical Neurology, Columbia University, in Musicophilia, Tales of Music and the Brain invokes science fiction pioneer Arthur C. Clarke’s Childhood’s End. Highly cerebral alien beings, Overlords, out of curiosity, arrive on Earth to attend a concert. They listen politely and, in the end, congratulate the composer on his “great ingenuity” — while still finding the entire business unintelligible.
Sacks says, “We may imagine the Overlords ruminating further, back in their spaceships. This thing called ‘music’, they would have to concede, is in some way efficacious to humans, central to human life. Yet it has no concepts, makes no propositions, it lacks images, symbols, the stuff of language. It has no power of representation. It has no necessary relation to the world.”
Based on his experience of treating people suffering from neurological disorders with music, Sacks says: “Music can move us to the heights or depths of emotion. It can lift us out of depression when nothing else can. It can get us dancing. But the power of music goes much, much further. Indeed, music occupies more areas of our brain than language does — humans are a musical species.”
What is music? How did it evolve and how does it impact human consciousness — this is the subject matter of research today. As we observe the 150th anniversary of Charles Darwin’s birth and the centenary of the Origin of Species, 2009 is eagerly being watched for answers.  Darwin himself, 12 years after the Origin, in The Descent of Man and Selection in Relation to Sex suggested the need to find a mate as being the pressing requirement of evolution. He then suggested that music, among humans, played an important role in sexual selection. Shakespeare, as always, put it more powerfully “if music be the food of love, play on...”.
Another functional aspect of music relates to what biologists call group selection — the evocation of patriotism when we stand for our national anthem or marching bands urging soldiers to war.
The Economist (January 2, 2009), reporting on such research, advances another hypothesis: “Language led to music in what has turned out to be a glorious accident — what Stephen Jay Gould called a spandrel, by analogy with the functionless spaces between the arches of cathedrals that artists then fill with paintings.”
Michael Wood, in his acclaimed BBC Epic History Series, The Story of India, however informs us differently. Patterns of vedic mantras recorded in 1975 and subjected to computer analysis two decades later “showed that the nearest analogue of these sound sequences was birdsong. An astonishing conclusion might follow: the possibility that the performance of such patterns of sounds is older than human language, a remnant of a pre-linguistic stage when sound was used in a purely syntactical or ritual manner”.
Was it human quest to reproduce the sounds of nature or the animal world? Thus, the mother’s heartbeat, the overpowering sound heard in the womb when the baby’s organs and faculties are developing, shape the instinctive response to rhythm.
We still need to contend with Beethoven’s 9th symphony. He introduced human voice as he felt the range of sounds of the instruments were inadequate. Much of this was composed by Beethoven when he turned stone deaf. He conducted the symphony’s premiere and according to a witness, at its end, “the whole audience acclaimed him through standing ovations five times, there were handkerchiefs in the air, hats, raised hands, so that Beethoven, who could not hear the applause, could at least see the ovation gestures.”
Can the human mind conceive and perceive music without the sense of hearing?
Hopefully, 2009 will give us some answers.  This should also help settle, once again, the age old philosophical battle between materialism and idealism by moving further to establish that the mind is the highest form of matter.



Com. Yechury's  article that appeared in Hindustan Times on Music on July 22nd 2011.

Music at every turn of life

Vathsala Jayaraman

  
Lullaby, the first music. File Photo: G.N. Rao
The Hindu Lullaby, the first music. File Photo: G.N. Rao
For the labourer, the sound of digging for a borewell is Bhupalam, concrete mixing is Mohanam
December brings with it musical events galore. Hundreds of sabhas in Chennai city are thronged by rasikas from all over the world eager to listen to the renowned musicians who vie with each other to get the prime slot.
Music is technically evolved from dwani which originates from ‘sound'. Many songs suited to locations, occasions and occupations existed even prior to the classification of ragas.
It is evident, therefrom, that every human being is a “born rasika” though he may not know to distinguish between Ritigowla and Ananda Bhairavi or the subtle difference between Shanmuga Priya and Simhendra Madyamam. Every street vendor has his own specific tune or un-named raga to market his product and the same can be identified correctly by one and all without any controversy.
There is music from cradle to coffin. An infant sleeps in a cloth swing hung from a bamboo pole fixed to the platform, listening to the mother's lullaby, since it listens to the music of her heart.
We are choked with emotion when we hear elegies. I am reminded of a strange incident that happened 60 years ago. My grandmother, aged 92, who had a good knowledge of music composed an elegy on herself to be sung on her death and taught it to all members of the family and neighbours. It was a soul-stirring experience to listen to the villagers singing the well-rehearsed elegy in chorus on the day of her death.
“The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils;
The motions of his spirit are dull as night
And his affections dark as Enebus:
Let no such man be trusted,” says Shakespeare in The Merchant of Venice through Lorenzo.
For the poor labourer working at a construction site, the sound of digging for a borewell is Bhupalam, concrete mixing is Mohanam, and sawing by carpenter is Saveri.
A rasika experiences the above through music from a concert hall, whereas the fishermen at lakes and seas and the labourers at the mount gardens revel in the same delight from the natural surroundings. The elite enjoys nature from music and the peasant enjoys music in nature.
I know a young learner of music aged 7, who used to hide inside the bathroom and sleep over a heap of unwashed clothes just to avoid the music master, who tapped the door at 5 a.m. I have great admiration and regard for the musicians who might have had similar experiences, yet have risen to the top with dedication, commitment and severe practice. Their ability to transport the audience to an altogether different plane is amazing.
However, such rasikas form only a negligible percentage of the huge population. Most of the daily wage earners living ‘hand to mouth' have time to think only about their next meal. For them, the cry of their babies, daily shoutings with their drunk husbands and stone-cutting sounds are kritis. The breaking of bricks and cutting of steel rods form the rhythm.
As regards people running ‘fast food' shops, the ‘choing' sound from the dosa pan is musical. Rain, thunder and lightning are open air concerts for farmers. The transistor blissfully roaring all 24 hours has little impact on them.
Sabhas, academies and kutcheries are the prerogatives of the rich and the affluent. Even as the arguments on BPL norms continue unabated, the livelihood of persons who toil is always in peril.
Sotrukke talam, paattukku enge pozhuthu? is a saying in Tamil (When there is struggle for a morsel of food, where is the time for music?)
The poor have no time for the musician who delves in complicated, challenging ragas and comes out unscathed, since life itself is a big challenge for them.
The elite and the opulent NRIs have to wait for the music season in December. For the aam aadmi who live amid music, every day is a MUSIC SEASON.
(The writer's email ID is vathsalaj@yahoo.com)