This is not a physical spaceship…

September 7, 2007

Music is very strange. How does it work ? Why does it work ? Right after those evolutionary psychologists finish explaining the religious impulse, I want this music thing explained.

I had a fractured kind of day – sitting on a committee, trying to follow library politics; worrying about the Research Assessment Exercise; picking up my lost USB stick from those nice folks at the Music Kitchen; filling out a Leave of Absence form for a colleague only to find it was the wrong form; getting leaned on by the Head of College to reply to the crank who had complained I hadn’t replied to his three letters about why all of modern physics is wrong; trying to figure out why my printer just stopped speaking to me…

The world seems like a Cubist painting and my head is full of jagged thoughts. Then I put a record on. Actual vinyl. My daughter’s boyfriend is fascinated. He has never seen a turntable before. Then the teenagers leave for a party; everybody else is somewhere else in the house; I put on Motivation Radio and sit back. Its a corny but quite brilliant album. Perfect in its way. Gradually the world recombines, closes in, and makes sense; the music is the whole world, and I am on an effortless journey.

As the man says, this is not a physical spaceship; just a set of organised vibrations – known – as – music.