Eden Phillpotts’ Magical Universe of Music
We’re not aware of most of the things we’re not aware of.
We need a little knowledge about any subject before it becomes “interesting”. And usually, the more we learn, the more interesting it becomes.
Until we read that book about moss, we don’t even notice that we’re surrounded by it. Until we grow our own geraniums, they’re just another flower.
Music, too, unfolds in layers.
At first, we’re happy just getting the notes.
Then we marvel at the virtuoso’s speed, and decide that maybe here is our next great quest.
If we’re lucky, we may learn some phrasing concepts and start to make real music.
As we progress, we learn to listen in new ways. Our tastes change and we become more discerning.
In time, as we hone our craft and our “wits grow sharper”, as Mr. Phillpotts put it, we learn to conjure the magic that once seemed impossible.
We evolve as musicians. It’s as if we stand on a hillside while a deep fog lifts, revealing first shapes, then outlines, then finer and finer details.
And for our part, we need only stay there and strain our eyes, looking for patterns, staying alert and curious as new worlds come into focus.
“The universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.”