Far off in the WAY distant future

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Finish the Sentence FridayOne thousand years from now…if we’re still here, then there will still be music. Of that, I am convinced.

Thus far, no aesthetic expression even comes close to conveying the soaring highs and thundering lows of music. Nothing else can set our pulses racing or send shivers down our spine in the same manner. No other art form has the same ability to soothe, bolster, or empower us.

There is nothing else we respond to in quite the same way.

It has been hallmark of humanity since pre-history to make music, and I cannot imagine that the human culture would ever cast it aside. Certainly the human nature would revolt against the idea, for it is engrained, cell-deep – after all, we each carry our own rhythm within us, and from there it is only the matter of adding a few extra beats and some melody, and we continue the tradition we were steeped in even as we formed – lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub; our forever song.

Perhaps we’ll be in space by then. Goodness knows there has already been furore over a possible suicide mission to colonise Mars, and there have been discussions about what (if anything) we should send out into the universe to advertise our presence to other possible life-forms. Lewis Thomas cuts to the heart of things;

Perhaps the safest thing to do at the outset, if technology permits, is to send music. This language may be the best we have for explaining what we are like to others in space, with least ambiguity. I would vote for Bach, all of Bach, streamed out into space, over and over again. We would be bragging, of course…

Wherever we are though, if we are still here, there will be music.

Little gets destroyed with music. It is purely an act in creation; in composition, and artistically arranging the elements of beat and pitch and melody and emotion against the lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub that we all know, to make it appeal to specific audiences, who stream it into their ears and let it fill their whole selves. Even if the music *sounds* destructive (many lyrics leave much to be desired, and some music makes me wish I could rip my ears off to stop from hearing it (most offerings by Benjamin Britton and Nightwish have this effect)), the action taken to develop it from concept to instruction to sound, was by its very nature, creation, and we are nothing if not determined inventors.

One of the most beautiful quotes I ever read, said

Art is an imprint upon space; music is an imprint upon time

And time will tell, but regardless of the creation and availability of music in a millennium, what will the WE be like, outside the chords and choruses?

A Thousand Years From Now

We will surely have evolved, even in such a tiny sliver of time (comparative to the rest of world history), into something quite remarkable. With our ever-growing social and ecological consciousnesses, I hope that we might have learned to follow our creative instincts to a place where we no longer feel the need to destroy. If only that could be the case. I would love to peek into the future to find we have achieved that most elusive of all concepts – that which music constantly teeters around; teasing us with the promise of, like star-spun words at midnight from a lover’s lips – balance.

Balance – where the composition of the world and all its inhabitants, sentient and non, have reached a harmonious state of being (see? we even use musical terms to describe the pinnacle of existence – harmony (lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub)). That the cycles of life have been allowed to flourish in their own rights, beyond the ridiculous interventions of mankind to try to control them, but that we will have seen the benefit in a peaceful co-existence, acknowledging and accepting our place within the whole, rather than trying to bring it all under our dominion.

To continue to try strikes me as rather akin to the string section insisting that they control the entire orchestra. Even as we look around us now, we see that the brass section is looking sketchy, the woodwinds are under threat, and the timpanist is down to one drumstick. We all know that notes are getting missed from existence, and all at our (collective) behest, as we each insist that we are, by rights, First Violinist.

We. Mankind. For whom the world was made?

As Violinists (first or not), we would have it so, but surely we cannot command the entire orchestra as long as we have our part to play? Surely we can hear the jangle of dischord in landslide and earthquake and each new instance of corruption, deception or brutality? Surely we can hear the tearing of sheet music as we plunder our world? Surely, if we just stop stamping our feet about our position in the orchestra for one moment, we will hear the lament of plastic-clogged seas; the moan of deforested lands; the plaintive cries of the oppressed, the sick, the starving, the dying and displaced, whose hearts we have long learned to consign to labels, rather than individual humans in need.

Lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub.

There it is.

That universal song, uniting all creatures, and perhaps, if we listen closely enough, we will hear its beat reverberate throughout the earth itself, and shimmer through every particle, until there, between the atoms we know that the most enduring, binding, wonderous thing of all, is music.


And if not eternal, then at the very least, transformative, and still here in the future.

So stop; listen; hear.

Lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub.

It’s in everything.


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33 thoughts on “Far off in the WAY distant future

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  2. great quote on music and time, and the motif of the beating of the heart, which before all analysis and theory, insight and understanding, must be this essential rhythm…
    (especially the power of music to carry emotions… unchanged, through time, if one wants to believe in time machines, (albeit, non-mechanical) music would surely be a candidate

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  3. So, I’m nerding out here for a bit. Your words about music, and its place in the cosmos, got me thinking about Voyager, and its Golden Record. You can check out more information about it here: http://voyager.jpl.nasa.gov/spacecraft/goldenrec.html

    At Voyager’s current speed, it could very well meet up with other life forms — or even meet with humans in space a millennia from now. Just imagine our great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandkids rocking out to Johnny B Good.

    Music. Awesome!!!

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  4. I cannot imagine life without music. My 13 month old granddaughter has loved music & dancing since she was about 4 months old. I love it!! It’s so adorable. I hope she never loses that ❀❀❀

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    • Awwwwh SO CUTE! Niece and Neff love having a ‘Party Car’, which is where I find something rockin’ while we drive, and bang the volume all the way up, and we dance in our seats til the song ends.


  6. I love that Cold Plat song! I believe that there will be music a 1000 years form now. But what really intrigues me, is will they still be listening to and appreciating the best songs of our times? Will that music survive?


  7. Ah…. the universal language- MUSIC!! THIS is why I became a Music Therapist long ago. The power it has for healing, for communication, for language barriers, for emotional expression, for motivation and inspiration, for digging through layers of numbness, and for alleviating pain almost miraculously- all making it the greatest medium to use for therapy. I have stories. SO many stories about those years working in psychiatric hospitals. Powerful stuff I tell ya.

    I can only imagine how music will be that many years from now… I love how you described such profound parallels here.

    I totally LOLed at Kristi and Dana!! Oh, I love those gals!! And you better be in BED by now! Geez!

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    • Yes MA’AM! I was. I got thoroughly harangued away from the laptop to my pillow πŸ™‚

      Kristi and Dana are TOO FUNNY though πŸ˜€ I’m glad I was here for it.

      And YES! Music as healer – I didn’t think of that angle and if you weren’t bound by confidentiality stuff, I would love to hear more because that sounds incredible. But in terms of reaching into someone’s heart and connecting them to a moment; a feeling; a person…it’s unsurpassed πŸ™‚


  8. Okay – please go to bed if you aren’t already. Now…I love this, Lizzi, and I also am certain that music will still exist in 1000 years.

    I was watching one of the many video links on FB yesterday, about a man walking his daughter down the aisle. He had been in intensive physical therapy just so he could do this. The sound was muted as I watched. Then I turned the sound on, and the music soared, and I was in tears. How does the addition of music do that to me? It’s magic, I think.

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