I just felt like writing some random thoughts about music. I am a little over 6 months into actually learning how music works. I have been working to understand theory and apply it. I find music in things that one might not even associate with music and I now wonder if our language arts are governed by music rather than speech. I have come to believe we are all musically driven. Music is in our souls. We had music before we had speech or writing. We are a musical species. Perhaps other species are too, in their own manner.
Amazingly, my bicycle helped me unlock the eight note. The simplest concept. 4 beats. 1, 2 , 3 , 4. Now count 1 and 2 and 3 and 4. The "ands" are eighth notes. A simple explanation, but I commonly miss eighth notes. I was marching and realized that when I ride, there is an up, down, up, down and associated that with those notes. When that happened, I stopped missing them.
Good literature has a beat. I don't understand it enough to explain it but I recognize it is there. Music brings out the beauty of things to where it can be understood. It would not surprise me at all to find that music could express creation if we ever come to understand it.
Our director is always emphasizing that everything we do in performance has a beat. Dance, music, and surprisingly, dialogue. I am starting to see that properly delivered dialogue has a beat and brings depth to a play or conversation. We are told to deliver lines accurately when possible. If not, then the gist of the idea will work but I have seen that accurate dialogue really brings a play to life.
I am so happy that I have stuck with music theory. It has provided insight into things that I would never have anticipated.
I have been wondering a lot lately about insulin resistance and hyperinsulinemia because I strongly believe that is what is primarily wrong with me. When I adopted a diet more like a hunter-gatherer my numbers normalized and I have been told that I can consider my diabetes as in remission since I don't present symptoms.
This was an interesting article. I have often wondered how having access to unprecedented amounts of energy rich food might affect us as a species that has primarily had to function in a feast or famine mode for much of the time it has been here.
Perhaps some of us are not broken (as far as we would define broken) but we are better adapted for starvation and famine than others?