“Every object truly,
rightly seen, unlocks a new faculty of the soul.”
–
Ralph Waldo Emerson
“Every musical groove,
rightly played, sung, danced and felt, unlocks a new faculty of the soul.” -Me
And
so another marvelous day in this wonderfully weird world of Orff workshops. The
pay-off for creating a lesson that step-by-step reveals the intricate workings
of a great piece of music is that they play it well and we all are refreshed by
the groove. And so many different grooves to explore! In the last two days
alone, the North Ghana xylophone groove, the Deep South blues groove, the Big
Band Swing groove, the exquisite slow ballad groove, the Latin Jazz Groove and
more. Each one charged the air with an electric power and each in its own
particular style. After the last note, we walked out the door to lunch still singing, the buzz still in the air.
And
because we learned each piece through the body, through the hand, through the
heart, through the voice, through the ear, through the imagination, through the
analytic intellect (always last in line), we felt the full vibration of each
note from our toes to our head and back again. And because our intent was
revelation of the particular beauty each of us carries inside, because our
concern was connection—with the music, with ourselves and with each other,
because our hope was joy shared and multiplied, we grew so much larger than
those musicians who just want to show off technique or outplay their
competitors. People felt free to try new things (stand-up bass particularly
popular), to try out a pentatonic solo on Moonglow
and just hear what happens, to choreograph a dazzling Lindy Hop to live music.
And
so all day long, as it has been for the last four days, we are immersed in a
carnival of Soul, with new faculties opening right before our eyes and ears and
in full view of our fellow players. We have grown large enough to have deep
conversations without fear of being misunderstood, to cry in front of with each
other, to laugh with each other, to set aside any remorse for how we might have
taught better or played better or lived better and just open the door wide to
the bright new day that beckons.
Emerson
would have been proud.
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