Ray,

I've noticed that when people are happy they sing. Or, perhaps, when they 
sing, they are happy.

I think I told you that when I was scratching a hold on this new land - 
actually in Oakville, about 20 miles out of Toronto - I spent some of my 
meager cash on a good stereo system. It was tuned to a classical station 
all day long. The four kids listened to this as they moved through the 
house (and outside on the patio). I had a patio, but not much furniture.

One day, Harry Jr. was whistling. He didn't know it but he was whistling 
Mozart's Serenade #6. I said to myself "touche"! I had made a touch - or 
Mozart had!

It worked with four of the five kids and now, when the old man isn't sure 
of a piece, they'll tell me.

I didn't like opera for a long time,but came to it late, whereupon I 
realized the emotions that can be stirred by the human voice. But as luck 
would have it my favorite opera became Falstaff - an opera with possibly 
one tune within the great music.

As future workers would certainly agree, there is more to life than making 
a living. As the Classicals would say, we must find out how to cut 
Maintenance (the necessary chores) so we can spend much of our time on the 
good stuff of life.

Harry
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Ray wrote:

>God, we are so polite.   I'm going to lose my New Yorker grump license if 
>this keeps up and where is Mike Hollinshead?   He's a tenor.  (I'll bet 
>Arthur and Sally sing also, if not out in the open, somewhere in the 
>secretness of their hearts.)   Why didn't he sign into this?   Well, just 
>to nitpick again.
>
>Harry said:
>. First you need to stay alive and
> > if you can do it fairly easily, you pay attention to music - or to the
> > World Series, or something. The choice is yours - if you can enjoy life.
> >
>
>When I was in the Army doing KP, I used to sing Wagner at the top of my 
>voice as I was scrubbing pots and pans outside.
>
>"O du mein holder Abendstern"
>
>(Tannhauser)    The rest of my company liked it and I guess that means 
>since they had eaten they had time to enjoy a little art now.
>
>But I was doing something else.   I was asserting my identity as a 
>singer.   Ridding myself of the BS I was being required to do.   I also 
>did the same whenever I was required to paint the dayroom
>
>"Give to me the life I love, let the lave go by me."
>(It made a mighty resonance chamber) or to rake leaves.
>
>"I wouldn't give a bean to be a fancy pants marine,
>I'd rather be a dogface soldier like I am."
>(Singing outside is an interesting issue for resonance).
>
>I used to go out into the middle of a farmer's field in Pennsylvania and 
>"sound" the field as a meditation on acoustical resonance.
>
>What was even more interesting was that the birds set up a rhythmic 
>relationship to my sounds in their singing as well.   It happens that in 
>the morning at the San Diego Zoo as the sun first tips the horizon the 
>Gibbon Monkeys begin a kind of squawk chant on a definite pitch.  All 
>generally around the same pitch.   As the sun slowly moves out of the 
>shadow of the earth the Monkey's pitch rises until the earth finally lets 
>go of the golden orb.   At that moment the Gibbon sounds have risen a 
>perfect octave and then they go on about the rest of their day.    The 
>composer Pauline Oliveros recorded that when she lived in San Diego in the 
>1970s and played the recording for me one day in the Experimental 
>Intermedia Foundation loft in Soho NYCity.   So I can attest for its 
>truth.
>
>  And finally there are all of those babies and their words.   I first 
> noticed it with my daughter but I have seen it happen many times since 
> then.   The child is getting ready to go to sleep and begins to chant.
>
>"And so I did this, yes I did and I will do it yes I will and....."
>
>The child launches out on a long aria about what she has done during the 
>day and what her parents are doing and her dog and her big sister etc. 
>etc.  and they all use basically the same notes.    Perfect 
>fourths.    The same as "here comes the Bride"   "I'v been working on the 
>railroad,"   or even the medieval Scholar's melody that Brahms loved so 
>much in his academic festival overture.   You know it all you latin 
>academics.   "Gaudeamus igutur luvenes dum sumus!"     It seems that there 
>is something missing when a person is not able to lyrically expand their 
>words into song.   Something very important and primal in life.
>
>Definitely missing and if you don't plan to facilitate it and you are a 
>social scientist then what kind of a human being are you?    Have you read 
>how the Koran is taught to children in Pakistan?   They hold the knee on 
>one leg and sit on the other foot rocking back and forth over the perineal 
>area opening the energy at the base of the spine putting passion into 
>religion.  They are not the only ones.   All that chanting and working to 
>put the sitzbones on the floor in Zen, etc. etc..   Something very primal 
>that can be used for joy or fanaticism.   Remember the marches of the 
>American war machine that did in my people that Hitler admired so much?
>
>  "Garry Owen Garry Owen Garry Owen,  In the valley of Montana all 
> alone."
>
>They played that as they attacked "Dull Knive's"  women and children at 
>Wounded Knee with Hotchkiss guns sitting in all four directions and 
>killing their own as well as the Lakota with "friendly fire."
>
>Boy, do you learn to love a brass band playing a military cakewall!    I 
>finally got over that kind of conditioning that came from the government 
>and society in my early schooling  with six years in the best Male Chorus 
>on the planet singing
>
>"Garry Owen, Garry Owen, Garry Owen."
>
>
>One day I said "hey those bastards were shooting at us."     So guys you 
>can use a diamond for many things.   Some good, some evil but it is still 
>a rock.    It all depends on your implicit values and who your mother was.
>
>Best
>
>Ray Evans Harrell, artistic director
>The Magic Circle Opera Repertory Ensemble, Inc.
><mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]>[EMAIL PROTECTED]
>
>PS Thanks Harry!


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