all that matters is the end result
There is no wrong way...
Is accoustic music better than
electronic? If someone "plays" a sampler or turntable, is it real
music? Is a programmed drum track lower on the musical scale than
one played by a "real" drummer? Has all music been on a downward
spiral since Bird? Or maybe since Coltrane? Did Miles' later
music "suck" because he used the tools of the day? Has technology
ruined music?
I hear these questions asked all the
time, and in my "middle" age, I have come to see these questions
as laughable. They mean nothing. The answer is so simple, even a
member of the Taliban could see it. Well, then again, maybe not.
See, I think this question is directly related to the old "they
sure don't make 'em like they used to" mentality.
But before I go on, what are the answers
to these questions? The answer, I believe, is in the title to
this essay.
all that matters is the end result
Great music is great music. It doesn't
matter how it got made. It doesn't matter whether the person who
made it had any education, or even whether they had the foggiest
notion of what they were doing. All that matters is the end
result. Does it move you in some way? Perhaps it makes you
forever look at life from a different perspective. Maybe it
inspires you to create something of your own. To express yourself
in your own unique way. Maybe it just makes your life better, a
little more bearable. This is what art does, and how it got made
is of little consequence.
A moment ago, I mentioned the adage "they
sure don't make 'em like they used to". This is a dangerous trap
we all risk falling into as we get older. Every time has it's own
music. Once a music's time has passed, it doesn't become any less
important. It just becomes the music of another time, one that we
can visit any time we want to. Learning new music is work, a real
challenge - and we don't have to learn it. But just because we
choose not to learn it, and to continue to listen to the music of
our past, doesn't make it a lesser music. It just becomes music
that we can't understand, we just don't get it.
And it is this resistance to new trends
that causes all this questioning. But it all means nothing, it's
just academic, a mental exercise.
I remember, years ago, an unforgettable
music experience. I was living in Boston, and it was a freezing
winter night. I was taking the subway somewhere, by myself, lost
in my thoughts. As I descended the stairs into the station, I
heard music. Nothing unusual at the time. But as I stood in the
cold, quiet station, waiting for my train, I listened and
realized this was somebody really quite good, playing what
sounded like an upright bass. When I walked around to get closer,
I couldn't believe my eyes - it was what appeared to be a
homeless man, playing a broom handle with a
string attached to one end, the other end resting on an upside
down metal bucket, with the string somehow fixed to the top of
the bucket! The guy was playing tunes, changes, melodies -
with a broom handle and a mop bucket! And he had a tone! I mean,
it was a fat, woody sound!
I learned an important lesson that night
- if you have the desire and vision, you can make great music
with anything. How it is made is of
little importance, even who made it ultimately is of little
consequence. What is the end result?
Is it undeniably great?
This is all that matters.
- David Thomas Peacock