I had a really odd moment the other day. I came to a new appreciation for both pop music and classical over the course of a 24 hour period.
I’ve always had somewhat of an eclectic taste in music. For my part, I grew up listening to rock and pop, metal and eventually primarily landing on New Wave and what was once called ‘alternative.’ [This is before that label was applied to the likes of grunge bands like Nirvana. I mean alternative in the 80’s sense: The Cure, Depeche Mode, Siouxsie and the Banshees, The Smiths, etc.]
Meanwhile, I was exposed to – and developed an appreciation for – music that my parents had playing. This included everything from classical music to Captain and Tennille to Johnny Mathis to big band swing to “Hooked on Classics” to Dean Martin, and so forth…
(hold that thought… What!?... seriously – trampoline is now an Olympic sport??? Can’t wait for Olympic Tai Chi)
Anyway, I grew up with very diverse musical influences, and I think came to appreciate differing forms of music, and I think this is a good thing. Some will turn their noses up at pop music, or roll their eyes when landing on a classical station.
Yet, for all my modern alt-rock-emo-new wave loving soul, my favorite song of all time remains Schubert’s “Zum Sanctus” from his German Mass.
But here’s what happened the other day:
I had popped in Depeche Mode’s new CD “Playing the Angel” in our van and was struck again with Martin Gore’s ability to really capture in both lyric and melody the anguish of struggle. David Gahan’s melancholic vocal compliment’s the music and lyric perfectly. The pulsing, relentless electronic music undergirding the lyric of “If I could just hide / The sinner inside /And keep him denied /How sweet life would be / If I could be free / From the sinner in me” is ideal. DM’s music has always carried this questioning, struggling, wrestling through big questions. Unfortunately (to the best of my knowledge) the DM boys have not yet found the hope that is offered in Christ in a real way. It is obvious they’ve had interactions with religious folk – the symbolisms and phraseology are just too apparent. I hope they one day do. But the music grabbed me at the core. My soul connected to the music in much the same way it does when reading Romans 7. This is good music. It is raw and unrefined, yet it is good.
Later that same day, my wife and I took our kids to the Fine Arts Center at UWSP where the Suzuki camp kids were playing a recital. The first two pieces were good. Talented kids, playing good music.
The third student to play, played another of my favorite pieces: The prelude of J.S. Bach’s Cello Suite in G Major, and I was moved deeply again. While the piece was played well, it was not played with the expertise of Yo Yo Ma, but the piece itself grabbed me again. But this music was more like ‘hearing’ the math theorems written on the window pane in the movie “A Beautiful Life.” This is music that is like a majestic, mathematically-based, Newtonian cathedral built on formula and rule and precision AND emotion.
I can’t put my finger on a specific emotion, but it reminds me of going for brisk walks in Autumn, when the trees explode with color and the smell of wood fires is in the air. Autumn, when I met my wife, when we had our first child, my first visit to a real coffeeshop. Spice and apples and this feeling of home and longing and majesty and art and warmth.
The recital made me want to buy orchestra tickets for myself and my wife so I can be sun-drenched in the glow of 'classical music performed live.'
I thank God for this exquisite gift He’s given us in it’s many forms. In my life, He has hit my heart using the following: Rock, New Wave, Industrial, Folk, Pop, Electronic, Metal, Classical, Reggae, Emo, World, Romantic, Alternative, Baroque, Ambient, Chant, Chill, Hip Hop, Jazz, R & B, Goth, Blues, as well as other genres.
I thank God for the rich diversity He has given to us in music. All music.
Well, except maybe Country.
[EDIT: and polka]
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