The Music Imperative

Every once in a while, when the international, national and local news aren’t
quite enough to send me into a crazed frenzy, I wander over to the good folks at
FreeMuse.org to get a dose of
the outrages of music censorship around the world. I know that there I’ll get
the lowdown on the latest skirmishes between country music stations and the
Dixie Chicks or updates on the American piano tuner Paul Larudee cooling his
heels in a jail cell in Israel’s Ben-Gurion airport for his outrageous notion of
tuning Palestinian pianos in Ramallah and Jenin.

Another story caught my eye detailing the Muslim extremists in Serbia ransacking
the stage, equipment and instruments before the Balkanika Orchestra could
perform, exhorting audience members with, “Brothers, go home, they are working
against Islam here. This is Satan’s work
.” An orchestra part of Satan’s work?
Then there was the article on Osman Arabi of Lebanon, a composer and producer of
Dark Ambient music, being forced to sign papers ensuring government officials
that he would no longer send or receive music considered “dark,” “harsh,” or
“weird,” music seen as “satanic” and “offensive to people’s morals.”Pushing the whole theme over the top was the report on local Taliban leaders in
North Waziristan, Pakistan issuing a ban on all “un-Islamic” activities like
listening to music. The kicker to this story was that the tribal leaders thought
this was just the thing to smooth over infighting in the tribal agency. And
these guys were serious, announcing that, “Any person committing these
atrocities from Monday ( June 12, 2006) will be punished accordingly if spared
by the government
.” Happy thought, no?

I began to wonder about these attacks on music. When exactly did music become
considered as an atrocity? When did it become so evil as to call out the moral
police and officials to be publicly excoriated and be vilified as a perfidious
force? Amongst many on the world scene today music has become something to fight
and die over. There have always been, over course of history, those politically,
religiously and socially motivated to squelch opposition by targeting the arts
and music deemed unfit, evil or morally corrupting, but when did music become an
atrocity? Mass murder, rape, ethnic cleansing and torture are all recognized by
the United Nations as the instruments of atrocity, but how did a bunch of
fanatics hook onto the idea that music in itself was an atrocity with so many
other horrors laid in the hands of man?

Then I began to wonder if music was an essential part of man, a necessity and a
human right. Can music be considered an imperative and does the banning of an
imperative constitute an atrocity of its own? Some wouldn’t think music on the
same scale as they would water, food and shelter, but is music not a human
imperative too, so intertwined and intrinsic to our existence as to be on level
with air? If we take a stand against genocide, rape, ethnic cleansing and
torture, mustn’t we also take a stand against the banning of music? Is the
censorship of music a sign of a culture’s deeper sickness and a symbol of other
atrocities? How much of an imperative is music to a people?

When I was a kid, I had a girlfriend who belonged to a small, severely strict
fundamentalist sect in which there was no singing, no dancing and no music,
especially in the church’s service. Followers met in a tiny house where the
preacher and his wife lived. I just assumed that the parishioners, being mostly
from relatively poor families, wasn’t able to afford a piano or organ, therefore
decided to forgo musical praises to God. The group was so staunchly severe as to
prohibit any music or dance at all times and required all the women and girls to
wear dresses and never cut their hair.

I considered what services at my church
during Christmas and Easter would be like without the music or even what a
regular Sunday would be without those familiar droning hymns and cringed. I’m
sure I turned to my friend and said something, “No, really? You must sing
something, perhaps hum a little.” She, very straight and certain, turned to me
and said, “Singing and dancing are a part of the Devil’s work.” That took care
of that conversation, and any personal ones that didn’t have to do with
schoolwork.

I’ve always considered music an essential part of life on this planet. Music is
used to lull babies to sleep, comfort children during a thunderstorm, drown out
the prattling of disapproving parents, blot out the neighbor’s leaf blower, set
the mood for the occasional intimate evening, entertain us as we sit in traffic
while we sip our decaf lattes and mellow us out after a long day.

Music can be a
collective rant, a come on, a protest or a solo in front of the mirror with a
hairbrush. The way unwanted pop tunes heard over the sound systems in grocery or
convenience stores get hard wired into the brain and torment us throughout the
day must surely be a sign that music must have its own elemental properties and
effects on the human brain. So what’s music’s worth? What does listening and
playing music really do to us?

To gauge music’s worth I hopped on the Internet and did a little research. I
discovered that music is a health benefit. Recent studies have shown that music
can reduce the human stress hormone cortisol, alleviating the stress in heart
attack victims, serious injury patients and the every day folks suffering from
overloaded circuits. Music therapy is currently being used in everything from
lowing blood pressure to aiding in the anxiety of cancer treatment patients.

Studying music makes our children smarter, resulting in higher test scores,
reducing behavior problems and the development of math and science skills. The
National Education Longitudinal Study in 1988 found that students participating
in music programs “received more academic honors and awards than non-music
students, and that the percentage of music participants receiving As, As/Bs, and
Bs was higher than the percentage of non- participants receiving those grades.”

Another study by physician and biologist Lewis Thomas discovered that 66% of
music students applying to medical school were admitted, far and beyond any
other group of applicants.

The American Music Therapy Association has been working with a wide variety
patients and illnesses, even getting involved in geriatric studies as more and
more emphasis has been placed on reaching out to dementia and Alzheimer’s
patients. Imagine being an elderly man or woman in a care facility, unable to
remember your family members or how to tie your shoe, but someone puts on a cut
of Cab Calloway’s “Minnie the Moocher” and then suddenly you can remember the
tune and lyrics.

Doctors and researchers are now promoting the learning to play
an instrument, citing that the play and practice can keep the mind active and
help stave off such illnesses. Music is starting to look more and more like a
health imperative.

So, for all the religious bleaters and blatherers out there and the dictatorial
thugs wanting to squash a musical rebellion how hard is it to erase the music?
Well, let’s put it this way archaeologists in the Swabian Mountains of southern
Germany recently discovered a 30,000 year-old flute carved from a mammoth’s
tusk. The three-finger holed flute is considered one of the oldest musical
instruments found to date. The flute is bound for an exhibit on Ice Age music.
Thirty-thousand years is a mighty long legacy to try and wipe out in an
afternoon or two.

The recent book

The Singing Neanderthals
: The Origins of Music, Language, Mind
and Body by Steven Mithen, put out by Harvard University Press in March 2006,
might just push the evolution of music back to early hominids who possibly “may
have initiated the greatest musical revolution in human history
.” Blending
musicology with neurology, anatomy and archeology, Mithen sets up his arguments
about the evolution of man sure to turn any creationist or Taliban cleric inside
out with rage.

So, what’s the basis in all this religious ferocity to music censorship? In the
US, the early years of jazz saw politicians, moralists and preachers jump on the
censorship wagons at the risqué wildness brought on by the intoxicating new
genre. Later, the Big Bopper, Chuck Berry and Elvis, as well as every other rock
‘n roll act, were thought to be the usurpers of good character and sound living
by just about everyone over the age of thirty. (As a side note, there is a site
called Tabootunes.com, based on the book


Taboo Tunes
-
A History of Banned Bands
and Censored Songs, by Peter Blecha out on Backbeat Books that offers a gallery
of posters and information on music censorship throughout history.)

Then there were the good old days of parents sitting hushed and tense around the
record player listening to Beatles tunes backwards, trying to catch the outright
pronouncements of devil worshipping. Heavy metal bands didn’t do themselves any
favors with the occult images splashed across their album covers, but I couldn’t
find a single reference to music being evil or considered an atrocity in any of
the religious books and sites I searched. Several moderate Muslim sites noted
that the prophet Muhammad makes no mention of the banning of music; that only
later books, the Hadith and Sunna, both written 200 years after the death of the
prophet, have been employed to censor music by current Islamic religious
leaders.

Don’t get me wrong, I did find more than one site suggesting that rock
music was the work of the Satan and would eventually lead to emotional
instability, self-expression, sex and the abandonment of the sanctity of
marriage. Even the Seventh-day Adventists came out with a philosophy of music,
where they stated that, “Music that does not directly praise and adore God – so
called “secular” music – has a legitimate place in the life of the Christian
.”
Hey, at least there’s one group out there saying it’s okay.

So is music an imperative? I’d like to think so. Music has soothed and saturated
our collective history from the time we were able to walk upright. Music is good
for us, makes our children smarter and has the ability with a good pair of
headsets make the fool down the street with the jackhammer a faint memory.

Without music, at least half of our cultural, religious and historical heritage
would be reduced to rotting papers and dull as dirt. Music is what we drown our
sorrows in, collectively cheer for our favorite team with, express love and
devotion with, rail against injustice with and soothe the savage beast in all of
us. It is an imperative. But what of the fringe fanatics calling it an atrocity?
We might tell ourselves it’s just a few kooks out there calling music an evil,
but if music is a human imperative are we not called to stand up against such,
dare I say, atrocities? Unfortunately, there are more than just one or two
fanatics out there willing to step on your music imperative for their own power
trip in the name of whatever political position or religion they follow.

The
question remains – do we stand by and watch another person’s music die? Is not
the end of one person’s music a threat to the whole music imperative?

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TJ Nelson is also a fiction writer. Check out her latest book,
Chasing
Athena’s Shadow
. Set in Pineboro, North Carolina,
Chasing
Athena’s Shadow
follows the adventures of Grace, an adult literacy teacher,
as she seeks to solve a long forgotten family mystery.

Her charmingly dysfunctional family is oflittle help in her quest. Along
with her best friends, an attractive Mexican teacher and an amiable gay chef,
Grace must find the one fading memory that holds the key to why Grace’s
great-grandmother, Athena, shot her husband on the courthouse steps in 1931.

Traversing the line between the Old South and New South, Grace will have to
dig into the past to uncover Athena’s true crime.

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About TJNelson

TJ Nelson is a regular CD reviewer and editor at World Music Central. She is also a fiction writer. Check out her latest book, Chasing Athena's Shadow. Set in Pineboro, North Carolina, Chasing Athena's Shadow follows the adventures of Grace, an adult literacy teacher, as she seeks to solve a long forgotten family mystery. Her charmingly dysfunctional family is of little help in her quest. Along with her best friends, an attractive Mexican teacher and an amiable gay chef, Grace must find the one fading memory that holds the key to why Grace’s great-grandmother, Athena, shot her husband on the courthouse steps in 1931. Traversing the line between the Old South and New South, Grace will have to dig into the past to uncover Athena’s true crime.