June, 2007
Stop and Hear the Music
“The
Washington Post” commissioned a very interesting experiment which they
conducted in January of this year. The
newspaper hired Joshua Bell, a world renowned violinist to perform unannounced
and incognito at the L’Enfant Plaza Metro station at rush hour. Mr. Bell showed up at 7:51 A.M. without fan fair
in jeans and a t-shirt, took out his $3.5 million dollar 1713 Stradivari violin
and began a 45 minute virtuoso performance of extremely technically difficult
music. The selections included Bach’s
“Chaconne”, a 14 minute musical progression repeated in dozens of variations,
considered to be one of the most difficult violin pieces to master. The entire 45 minute experiment was recorded
by a hidden camera. Almost 1100 people
passed Mr. Bell by, heads down, intent on catching their train. Two people stopped to listen. One, a young lady, recognized Mr. Bell. She had just paid $150 to see his performance
in Boston . One man noticed the performance and checked
his cell phone, realizing that he had three minutes to spare. He stopped and listened for those three
minutes. Various people put spare change
in Mr. Bell’s open Stradivari case. He
collected almost $40 (including $20 from the person who recognized him).
The purpose
of this experiment was to see if everyday people would recognize artistic brilliance
out of context. The conclusion from this
event was no, they don’t. Mr. Bell, who
apparently is occasionally criticized for his showmanship onstage, stated: “It
was a strange feeling, that people were actually, ah….ignoring me.” I would disagree with their conclusions of
this experiment. I think people would
recognize brilliance, and maybe even appreciate the wonders and mystery of life
itself, if only they took the time to do
so!
One woman is seen on the tape
tugging her small son through the station.
The child obviously wanted to stop, but they did not stop. Later, the Mom was quoted: “There was a musician
and my son was intrigued. He wanted to
pull over and listen, but I was rushed for time. I had an 8:30 training class, and first I had
to rush Evvie off to his teacher, then rush back to work, then to the training
facility in the basement.” The man who
stopped for three minutes of Bach’s “Chaconne” was quoted thus: “Whatever it
was, it made me feel at peace.” Those
two quotes sum up for me the true conclusions of this disturbing experiment.
The pace of life in 21st
Century America
is such that we don’t allow ourselves time to appreciate the finer things, the
most important things: companionship, relationships, our feelings, the arts,
nature. We are so driven by schedules,
productivity, consumption and general “busy-ness” that we let the truly
mystical, magical and yes, peaceful experiences pass us by.
This message became even more clear
on April 16 when we were all bludgeoned with the horrible news accounts from Blacksburg . The communal sense of loss and shared grief
is almost beyond comprehension. In the
midst of all of this I couldn’t help but be touched by the one father who
related to Wolf Blitzer that his family had driven to Blacksburg from Northern
Virginia the Saturday before the shootings to see their daughter perform in an
international dance festival. Those two
days with their daughter and the pride and love that they showed her by being
there for those performances took on such huge importance when she became one
of the 33 fatalities on Monday. We just
don’t know what’s around the next corner.
It’s time to drop everything and be
there for our children when they need us.
It’s time to make time for our spouses, our extended families and
friends. It’s time take that extra
minute with a patient to listen to their frustrations and calm their
fears. It’s time to stop and hear the
music.
(Note: The entire account of this
event was published in the “The Washington Post Magazine” on Sunday April 8,
2007. The article, written by Gene
Weingarten, is available on washingtonpost.com at: http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/04/04/AR2007040401721.html)
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