What Music Changed You?
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What Music Changed You?
I have two major answers to the question: one band changed entirely what I consider “good” music to be, and another composer saved me.
1. The Punch Brothers changed my musical ears, drastically.
The Punch Brothers, and more specifically Chris Thile, wrote a suite called The Blind Leaving the Blind. In it, Chris Thile writes about his divorce, the process, and the coping of it with his fellow bandmates. The music is beautiful and intricate with some wonderful counterpoint. He writes like a technical composer but they play it like a rock band on their seemingly bluegrass instrumentation: mandolin, guitar, banjo, violin, double bass.
I have listened to this piece of music SO many times. It’s beautiful. It captivates me, makes me weep, and when I heard it, I dropped all the music I had listened to up that point behind. Clearly there was a realm of music that I knew was somewhere inside of me, and this tune, this band, had released it.
I have never put up with music that doesn’t fulfill my requirements of moving me physically and intellectually since hearing this.
2. Gustav Mahler saved me.
Mahler was a guy who had a rough go of life, within himself. On the surface, it looked like most things were fine. He excelled in the music business, was widely known, cherished by many (hated too…), had a pretty wife, kids, and made a living doing what he loved. He was smart.
He experienced pain and suffering like we all do, some worse than others. He lost family members early on, he lost his daughter, he was very ill. Love and death were big constants in his life.
He also thought very critically all the time. He wanted things perfect. He insisted things were perfect. Sleep was lost in the name of music and art. He was manic. He created mental chaos from the life chaos that already existed. He questioned everything—to the point of blurring the lines between dream and reality. Then he questioned that too. He argued. He won. He lost. One thought prompted another. He left no time to breathe. Mahler was a man of constant fierceness and dedication. Strong and slim, he wrote using all of his energy until he had to recharge, if he did recharge.
That feeling you get right before impact in a car crash, the one where all of your muscles tense up—that must have been what he felt so often.
Mahler saved me. I have felt the things he’s felt. So often. The only battle I constantly fight is the one I create in my head. I have a lot of things to say, things I think others would enjoy and relate to, and would spark wealthy conversation, but it comes in rapid, chaotic, cellular division. C’est la vie, I guess…
Like we all do, I have had my own tragedies, my own losses, my own love. I too have suffered, rejoiced, questioned the world, and argued it.
When I think about Mahler’s life, what he went through, what he must have thought and what that would have looked like, I really relate to him. I like to imagine if he allowed me in on a conversation with him, we’d get along just fine. We’d share and find balance and commonalities. I am humble and am NOT saying I have his musical genius. I’m talking about how we view the world. But then again, I think I know what I’m doing. I think Mahler and I would get along.
I honestly do.
His music, all of it, is always packed with such heavy emotion that I can’t help but break down in tears, and enjoy the healing process. For me, what he writes, says all the things I can’t quite articulate with my lexicon and allows me to get them off my chest.
So: What Music Changed You?
Let me know in a comment below or e-mail me.