In a book,
Musicophilia, that came out two years ago and shot to the top of the best-seller list for nonfiction, author and neurologist Oliver Sacks explored the ways music and the brain interact. He told the story of a surgeon who was struck by lightning and, at the age of 42 and with no previous training, decided to become a concert pianist. He also described a man for whom a symphony sounded exactly like the clattering of pots and pans.
Poor man. I’ve always though a Beethoven symphony would be the very last thing I’d like to hear before I leave the planet — preferably the second and third movements of his Ninth Symphony, if you’re taking notes! Or maybe his violin concerto. Or Elgar’s “Nimrod,” from his “Enigma Variations.” Or — wait! I know! “Jerusalem,” a poem by William Blake set to music by Sir Hubert Parry and sung every year by chorus and audience alike on the last night of the Proms concerts throughout England. Well, you see how it is. If I could hear only one piece, I’d probably die trying to decide which of my favorites it would be.
My first choir director at church was Brazilian — a brilliant organist who was basically baffled by third-graders, but taught us some magnificent hymns all the same, and I still know them. Then he left, and along came Paul Margolf, one of the most enthusiastic humans it has been my privilege to know, and the only one I’ve ever known who could stand on the organ’s foot-pedals while playing them, conduct a choir with one hand, and continue playing the keyboard with the other hand, while smiling and encouraging us and urging us on — and occasionally having to miss a beat in order to push his glasses back up his nose. What a guy! My very favorite thing about him was the way he bumped the hymns up a key between verses, so that by the time we got to the fourth verse of, say, “Holy, Holy, Holy” we were way in the upper reaches and singing our lungs out!
Then I graduated to college and met Dr. Luvaas, a composer and conductor who directed the Allegheny Singers and also taught music courses. He liked to play “Drop the Needle” — that is, he liked to drop in on the middle of a piece of music and ask us who the composer was. In fact, that was the final exam at the end of his courses. And don’t think that wasn’t scary! But because of him, I learned to recognize the distinctive harmonics of Brahms, say, and Berlioz; he made me hear differently, and better.
I’ve always been interested in the idea of “the music of the spheres,” the sound track of the universe. Maybe it’s just millions of us, singing, playing instruments, listening, joining in a worldwide chorus, making a joyful sound.
Susan Harper is retired, lives in Commerce and volunteers for the Commerce Library Board and the Jackson County Literacy Program.
The Ad was titled Carpenters and Nail drivers wanted ,out of state work the number was 706-654-8746 . I didnt get the mans name .
I had noticed the ad in the paper for some time.
I had tried to reach this number before and got no anwser . Being in dier straights and needing work badly to help keep my familiy
fed and in our home, I thought I would try again. I actually had someone anwser the phone this time and I engaged in conversation
to determine what the job was ,if they still needed help. I ask where the job was . I was told it was in Texas .
I begain to ask about compinsation . Pay , housing ,travel or perdeum. The man told me 10 to 15 dollars and hour depending on experience.
The he told me he really only needed nail drives with no skill who didnt have to think about anything but driving nails and framing the houses.
So far so good right.
I figured it would be 10 bucks an hour being that he didn't need carpenters but nail drivers. After asking about housing or where I would stay
the man told me he had 2 houses rented and if I stayed in one I would have to pay him 70 bucks a week . There was no mention of per diem which is a long standing standard in the trade, that you get a per diem when doing out of town work. I was told I would have to be responsible for my own transportation . 12 Hours to the Texas line and fuel being what it is the 10 dollars and hour was quickly dwindling to allot less ,even before taxes.
I was still interested . I ask the man how many Mexicans he had working for him. Which didn't make any difference to me as long as they were legal. He replied he had none. He informed me he had taken his crew from here down there to work .He said they were all whites. I told him well that was good I was proud of him for taking the high road and not hiring illegal's. He then said he wasn't so sure about that. He began to tell me that Mexicans were not stealing our jobs . He said all they wanted to do was work and be paid on Friday. He said that whites were lazy drunks and he had to bail them out of jail . I rebutted and said where is that coming from that all whites weren't that way because I wasn't and I knew of allot more who weren't that way . All they wanted like myself was to work and get paid on Friday also. He disagreed . I told him that wasn't the reason people were hiring them . The reason people were breaking the law hiring them, was because they could get them to work allot cheaper so some greedy morally bankrupt boss that was to lazy to do the work himself could exploit them for cheap labor. He then told me he paid his Mexicans better than his white help .
Now I was left a little stunned that a white man could so judge a whole race of people, his own race, with this kind of blanket statement that all white people were
lazy alcoholic trouble makers. I did tell him that wasn't very honest to make such a unwarranted and untrue statement about a whole race of people.
He replied that he paid his Mexicans better because of it.
Well now we come to my point . Should I think of that man as being a bigoted racist against his own kind ? Should I think of him as a dishonest
morally bankrupt person for lying about even having any Mexicans working for him ! Then telling me he did and not only did he ,but he was paying them more because of his bias towards whites.