To learn - by heart…
Something many of us have experienced is the deluded whose passion to be involved in this music drives them to dependance on paper, dots and lyrics, tune books and song books and other disconnected carbon, mere bones at best. Their addiction is the need to have that blanket to hold on to as they scratch out and stumble through something vaguely resembling the music we all hold a passion for here.
Addiction is a difficult thing to kick, and I’ve had more than a few moments where I’ve been on hand to help someone to overcome their dependance, to turn them away from such dulling influences and toward living sources, or at least decent recordings of the once alive. The hope is always to make the relationship personal, between themselves and the music, for them to take it to heart, to make it their own.
I’m there again, and it is, amongst other things, formost in my mind at the moment ~ to help someone to see the difference and to find their way out from behind the paper and the dots and the lyrics and to be at one with the music, not divided from it, not distracted by paper and a skeletal semblance of this music.
Knowing how sensitive this can be, and having over stepped in the past, unintentionally hurting someone over this subject, I was thinking it might be an idea to share my current predicament with this community of variance and see what your experiences are and what your approaches have been or might be in trying to convince someone to put aside this drug and face the music more directly. This is a question of raising their confidence, and I can promise you that embarassing them or making a mockery of their addiction rarely works, never in my experience. The first and possibly most difficult problem, like with an alcoholic, is to convince them they have a problem.
So, tell me your stories in this realm, and how you dealt with it, successes or failures, for yourself or for others, helping someone else or kicking the habit yourself. Help me to understand it better and to convince the deluded that such dependance only insulates them from the tradition, cuts them off, stands between them and any real understanding and connection to the heart, thier own heart and the heart of others. The addiction connection fits well in my mind, it being akin to taking some massive pain killer that dulls the senses and numbs the soul and distracts completely from the shared experience of music. Part of this drugged delusion is to think that the paper and dots are the true way, the one unvarying truth, and to not realize it only clouds and confuses and is not alive, can not by itself give life to the skeleton it represents.
Tales, rambles, slagging, grandstanding and opinions anyone?