What an incredible day this is. The largest delegation to ever visit the People's Republic of Korea from the United States has been the New York Philharmonic. The largest delegation to ever visit what is perhaps the world's most totalitarian regime from what is the freest nation in the world was a symphony orchestra.
The symbolism here is so strong it can almost bring you to tears.
While the United States holds its hard-line of no negotiations with North Korea, a group of the world's greatest musicians have bridged a gap that the world's greatest leaders will not.
Most of these musicians do not speak Korean. Most of their audience members do not speak English. And yet, they understood each other.
In an image I would have given anything to see, the flags of the People's Republic and the United States stood together on the stage as the people of Korea stood to hear the national anthems of the two nations. The photo below shows the audience standing for the Star Spangled Banner.
How about this! A nation under the leadership of what could be called the most evil leader in modern times, a nation whose people are bred to detest everything that the stars and stripes stand for - this nation is rising in respect to hear our anthem, our song.
The Philharmonic opened with Dvorak's New World Symphony, a piece that the NYP debuted years ago. It is, in my opinion, one of the most beautiful symphonies ever written. I can only imagine the reaction of the people as they heard those soaring melodies come from the stage. The chances are good that they had never heard this piece, first and foremost because it was recorded in American and second because it was written when Dvorak was in America and was based on American themes.
The orchestra continued with George Gershwin's "An American in Paris." The conductor, while speaking to the audience, is reported to have said, "Maybe one day, we'll be talking about Americans in Pyongyang."
It was an orchestra conductor who spoke some of the greatest words of hope in nation with none. Not a president, not a politician, but a conductor.
So what does this all mean?
This story is perhaps one of the most beautiful displays of the power of music and art. When all else has failed - all words, all letters, all discussions, talks, and summits - when all else has failed, send in the musicians. Send in the people whose only agenda is to elevate and lift humanity.
The humble musicians of the world's greatest orchestra did not plan on getting the North Koreans to disarm their nuclear production plants. They did not plan on unseating Kim Jong Il. They did not plan on opening up the border or sending in troops.
No, these musicians wanted only to show these people something truly beautiful. Because when people hear great music, see great theater, stand in awe of a great painting or statue, they are changed. Art, in general, and music, specifically, show us what it means to be a human being. It means that we feel, that we empathize, that we use five senses. We can believe and we can doubt, we can be excited and happy or disappointed and sad. We can feel joy and grief, know laughter and tears.
These are the things that make us humans. And I hope that the musicians of the New York Philharmonic were able to help the North Koreans to see their humanity, and ours, again. And maybe, just maybe, they can realize that freedom to express and think aren't as evil as they believe. Maybe, just maybe, they'll understand that being human comes before being a North Korean.
And maybe, just maybe, by hearing true beauty, they will begin to find the truth in the world and see that they can be greater than what they are.
...that it could be just as the symphony they heard - perhaps this could be a New World.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
Back in the Groove
Have you ever been away from something, or someone, for a long time? The heartache and hurt multiply as the days pass, and the yearning for them seems to grow exponentially. This is really hard. In my case, this time, I'm talking about music and teaching.
I had this incredible experience working with the foremost artists in choral music at the University of Miami. Total immersion left me washed in the beauty of music and quenched my thirst for artistic fulfillment. All the while, I had lost my fulfillment that I needed in my family and friends, being so far away.
Now that I am "back home again in Indiana," I am again filled with the joy of being close to those that I love, but have been left empty when it comes to my love of music. Once you've experienced something so pure and so beautiful as singing in a chorale like that of Miami, it leaves a large hole.
Thankfully, my good friends have risen to the occasion. In this interim period between Miami and Ball State, I have been invited to come and work with the choir at my high school. I am aiding in their preparation for concert choir contests, and will continue working with them to rehearse for their Spring Spectacular, later in the semester.
As I sat in front of the piano in the rehearsal room the other day, with students surrounding me, my heart felt so full. I was excited and rejuvenated. My ears were listening closer. I was hearing the great performing going on around me and was also able to catch issues that we could improve upon. It felt so good to be able to stop the group, offer a suggestion, and watch as their sound improved.
And even better - my high school teacher was writing down what I was saying. It was a great moment where I began to feel like a colleague, a peer, of my former teacher. He's told me this many times, but actually being part of it - that's really something.
And that's what music is all about - being part of it. There's not a person alive who hasn't been touched by the power of music. You just can't help tapping your toe, dancing, listening, reacting. It's a language so far above our words alone. It's the power of emotion with the power of logic and reason, all rolled into one. What a powerful force we have been given the privilege of wielding. It is my hope that we can always be good stewards of this great and powerful gift to the world.
Until next time,
JF
I had this incredible experience working with the foremost artists in choral music at the University of Miami. Total immersion left me washed in the beauty of music and quenched my thirst for artistic fulfillment. All the while, I had lost my fulfillment that I needed in my family and friends, being so far away.
Now that I am "back home again in Indiana," I am again filled with the joy of being close to those that I love, but have been left empty when it comes to my love of music. Once you've experienced something so pure and so beautiful as singing in a chorale like that of Miami, it leaves a large hole.
Thankfully, my good friends have risen to the occasion. In this interim period between Miami and Ball State, I have been invited to come and work with the choir at my high school. I am aiding in their preparation for concert choir contests, and will continue working with them to rehearse for their Spring Spectacular, later in the semester.
As I sat in front of the piano in the rehearsal room the other day, with students surrounding me, my heart felt so full. I was excited and rejuvenated. My ears were listening closer. I was hearing the great performing going on around me and was also able to catch issues that we could improve upon. It felt so good to be able to stop the group, offer a suggestion, and watch as their sound improved.
And even better - my high school teacher was writing down what I was saying. It was a great moment where I began to feel like a colleague, a peer, of my former teacher. He's told me this many times, but actually being part of it - that's really something.
And that's what music is all about - being part of it. There's not a person alive who hasn't been touched by the power of music. You just can't help tapping your toe, dancing, listening, reacting. It's a language so far above our words alone. It's the power of emotion with the power of logic and reason, all rolled into one. What a powerful force we have been given the privilege of wielding. It is my hope that we can always be good stewards of this great and powerful gift to the world.
Until next time,
JF
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