Crumbling Carapaces of Tonal Music, Oh My!
Every once in a while I like to indulge in this pleasant little vice. I’m not proud of it – it’s a little embarrassing, to be honest – but at the same time, it’s almost necessary, a requirement of the Bachelor of Science degree that I earned (and will be paying off…forever).
I have to indulge in the completely worthless and futile speculation of the Chicken or the Egg, or, to put another way, the true roots of the Influences of Change in Art, Music, and Literature.
It involves discussion like this:
“This seeming dichotomy is explained by the stages of development the two art forms had reached. To visual artists moving beyond formal representation, music provided a guide because they considered it already to be in a state of pure abstraction.”
See? It just rolls off the eyes, into the cerebrum, and lolls about there with a happy plop sound. Does it really serve a purpose? Does it really further the human aesthetic and drive the machinery that powers the food of the soul?
No.
It justifies more liberal arts majors, and gives people with philosophy degrees something to do. It gives bloggers like me something to feel superior about, since we write about what is raw and real without the need for anything as silly as credentials.
But…if you want to indulge with me, the very-well-written article is here.
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