I am obsessed with music. I’ve only mentioned it once or twice: here, here, and again here. Being at a Dave Matthews concert is one of my favorite things in the world.
So, it was a surprise when iTunes wasn’t open on my computer this morning, and I had to launch it myself. Clearly I haven’t listened to enough music lately.
Luckily, I know just the thing to pull me out of my despondency: Two Step, circa 2003 from The Central Park Concert. Enjoy!
Categories: Music
Tagged: Dave Matthews Band
The bright sun coruscates with lustrous light.
Youngsters laugh and play, relishing the frost.
Snowflakes fall quickly down in open sight.
Mild terrain stretches endlessly, embossed
With layers and layers of white veneer.
Amid the bliss, time stands fixed; unchanged
Despite sunshine’s wane and day’s disappear.
Peace fills the air as nature is arranged.
Yet restfulness is brief, tranquility
Short lived, as life threatens to intercede.
Reflections eclipse all stability
And mar the joy, committing a misdeed.
For nature’s sanctuary is fleeting,
Enduring until the mind’s defeating.
Categories: Musings
We have chosen hope over fear. -President Obama
Categories: Musings
A man stood inside a Metro station in Washington, D.C. and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, thousands of people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.
Many minutes went by and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried up to meet his schedule.
A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the bucket and without stopping continued to walk.
A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.
The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.
In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32 mostly in coins. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.
The violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the most celebrated musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written on a violin worth 3.5 million dollars.
Two days before his playing in the D.C. Metro, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston and with tickets averaging $100.
This is a real story. Joshua Bell incognito concert in the D.C. Metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of an social experiment about perception, taste and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?
One of the lessons from this experience is:
If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the most accomplished musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?
(Ed. note: I received Joshua Bell’s album Vivaldi: The Four Seasons for Christmas, so this story fascinated me when I read it this morning on another blog.)
Categories: Music · Musings
Tagged: Joshua Bell
