The music that was coming out of my saxophone was not of the listening sort. It was as if the music held much deeper intonations than just musical pitch. It was as if music had life: a living and breathing presence moving about me. This presence was surrounding me in a blanket of peace and speaking deep into my spirit. Each note spoke in harmony to my inner being; sounds described who I was and the places that I had been. Darker tones cried out of past sorrow and mourning that my life journey had waded through while the brighter tones decreed a joy and playfulness that came from the restoration; salve to a deep wound.
As I continued to play, the music created more views: pictures that I had always yearned to learn about myself and answers I wanted to know. One by one little pieces of a greater puzzle began to piece together within me. As the music continued, I saw more details. The entire puzzle was never solved in those short five minutes of music, nor will it be until my last note is played. But that day, that ‘one day in Argentina,‘ was the beginning of a puzzle that would continue to be pieced together throughout the rest of my life journey.
Since others reading this post may not have had such a dramatic, aesthetic experience during a music performance, to assist the development of aesthetic understanding, it would be advantageous to include other praxial methods. As outlined below, similar practices or experiences found in the scientific community, and formal culture experience, would be a praxial approach to defining the explanation of my personal experience.
Friday, August 22, 2008
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