Tuesday, November 2, 2010
A Magical Day
When I see the phrase 'magical day' I admit my mind usually wanders somewhere towards Fantasyland and a frozen hot chocolate at Serendipity in New York. I am sorry to disappoint you, but I am actually blogging about an entirely normal day that had traces of magic in it. Today on campus I walked through the MOST perfect breeze. I can hardly put into words what a perfect breeze it was...the moist coolness picked up the scent of freshly fallen leaves, tickled my nose and kissed my cheeks and then was on its merry way. I tried to follow that breeze, I swear. I looked like a frozen bumblebee loping around campus for a good three minutes. When I gave up on finding that exact breeze again I went to class, where I learned something extraordinary. A composer by the name of John Cage actually sat on stage during a concert and proceeded to 'play' his most famous composition, Four Minutes and Thirty Three Seconds. Why was this piece shoved in the constellation hall of fame? Because he played nothing. Utter. Silence. Cage said that there is even "music in silence." As a songwriter myself I found this fascinating. And then I couldn't help but think of Tarzan and the scene where all the kitchen utensils turn into instruments. And then my ears were suddenly aware of all the rustling papers around me, the extra breaths, the weird lumpy cough from the guy two chairs up....Music? Not sure if I would call it that, but okay.
But after hearing that "music in silence" idea, I couldn't help but hear a symphony everywhere I went today. Or at least the Ingrid song that was looping in and out of my brain.
Until another magical day....