<p>Found this online. Thought it was intersting. Maybe some of you will like it. </p>
<p>If You Can't Feel the Music, Don't Try to Play It
(updated 11/15/02)</p>
<p>Karen was terrific to play with. She could feel the music. In 3 years of playing music for Hope Lutheran's contemporary service, we learned to read each other's minds. I could tell when she was going to jump up an octave on the piano, so I'd stay in the regular register on my synthesizer. Later, I'd decide to jump up an octave and she'd know it instinctively and stay in the low range or start improvising a counter-melody to set off what I was doing. We were a team. We were a team because we could both feel the music; the music flowed from inside our hearts where it actually lived.</p>
<p>Anybody can play an instrument. Anybody can get proficient on an instrument and dazzle the lesser ones with their technical skills. But if you can't feel the music it's just technique, and might as well be coming from a computer. Without the music that comes from inside, you have a series of notes, nothing more. The music is not what comes out of the instrument, it's what comes out of you. And the musician is not the one who plays an instrument or sings the right notes with a properly-shaped voice, the musician is one with the music inside, the one who can't help but let it out in any way possible for the sheer joy of it, and because it's there. </p>
<p>I have known plenty of people who can play an instrument, and they usually begin because they hear something they like played by somebody they come to admire. That's how I got started: I heard one of the "cool" kids in second grade play a simple little rock-style ditty on his electric guitar and I knew I had to have one. I wanted to do that so much!!! My parents bought me, first, an acoustic guitar that was about 2 sizes too big for my body, and then a nifty double-cutaway electric with a wussy little amplifier. Within a year I had bought myself a much more "appropriate" amp. By that time, of course, I knew how to play the guitar. My parents saw to that: the stipulation for buying it was that I would take lessons weekly, practice religiously and stick with it for more than 5 minutes. The last time I saw Terry Mills, he was professor of classical guitar at University of the Pacific; when I took lessons from him, he was a terrified music student at that same university. But boy, could he teach. </p>
<p>Terry had insight, too. He taught me my first chord progression - G C D G - and within a week I was playing secondary chords in the same key. I had a book that showed the chords along with their "relative minor" chords, whatever that was. All I knew was, it sounded cool. And I could find it in most any key. If Terry moved me into C, I could count down the frets and come up with A minor as its relative minor, and use it in a progression. Rather than get upset that I wasn't following the plan, Terry encouraged me to experiment. He said something about being a natural and having "the ear." I always thought I had 2 ears, but maybe he knew something I didn't. Hey, I was only 7.</p>
<p>Terry taught me for a full year before he finished college and had to move on. After that, I taught myself. I listened to records and the radio and tried to mimic what they were doing. My idol was Eric Clapton, and I could listen to "Crossroads" and "Spoonful" and all the rest for hours, as well as "Strange Brew," "Dance the Night Away," or later on the lone "Blind Faith" album, "Sea of Joy" and all the others. But I noticed one interesting thing about Eric: he rarely if ever did a song the same way twice. It was as though he tailored his leads on the spot to how he felt, or how the room felt, or how much electricity an ungrounded amp was piping through his fingers, or whatever. I soon learned the word for this: improvisation. I realized almost at once that this was what I was: an improviser. So I began to depart from the licks I heard Eric do on Disraeli Gears and the other albums, and started following my own heart. How do I feel in this song? It would come out my fingers. Soon my friends started to take notice, and I was playing occasionally with them in their garages, living rooms, wherever, and we would always think about forming a band. It never happened, but I kept playing for the next 7 years, getting better and better at improvisation and hearing what was going on.</p>
<p>My goal was rock and roll, but having been a Christian and a faithful church-goer all my life, I played with a youth band/choir at my church as well. I rarely took that part of my music seriously, though, so God devised an unusual way to get my attention: He broke my left hand. I was riding my bike to school as fast as I could go (because I was late), pushing for all I was worth, and the front wheel just stopped turning. Nobody ever figured out why; the speculation was a bad bearing. Whatever the cause, the bike stopped and I didn't. I sailed over the handlebars and hit the street like a sack of bricks. Besides the obvious gash on the point of my chin, from which I still have a nice scar, two metacarpals in my left hand were fractured. The doctor put a cast on it, but I didn't have the patience to wear a cast so I pulled off the part that held my hand still. Big mistake; to this day my hand cramps if I try to play guitar for more than 5 minutes. It wasn't until 4 years later, at age 19, that I rediscovered music. For the next 2 years at Delta College, and after that a year and a half at the University of the Pacific, I immersed myself in ear training, composition, and playing the organ and piano.</p>
<p>It is safe to say by now that I could feel the music. Feeling the music was my passion, it was there in every waking moment of every day no matter what else I might be doing. Best of all, I discovered that I could play a lot of keyboard music even with my bad left hand, and what I couldn't play directly I could improvise by simplifying it to its basic chordal parts. When I left UOP (without the degree, for various irrelevant reasons), I took the music with me. Anywhere I went, I refused to miss an opportunity to let the music out. It has been that way ever since, across 7 states and nearly 25 years.</p>
<p>During those years, I have occasionally had to play with someone who can't feel the music. These experiences have taught me one major lesson: I can't do it. I cannot play with someone who can't feel the music; it becomes an exercise in frustration and destroys the experience for me. I come away asking myself, "What is that person doing there at all?" I recall one lovely older lady, one of the sweetest people you'll ever meet, from one of the churches I played in. Technically, she was great. She could sight-read just about anything, and frequently accompanied our choir playing some unbelievably complex piano parts. When it came time for us to play together, though, she did the same thing with the music we were playing: all she knew how to do was sight-read. This meant, among other things, that if the song leader wanted to repeat a chorus one more time, or go back to verse X one more time, or change key and move up a notch, she couldn't do it. The printed page was her master, not the music; she simply couldn't feel it. </p>
<p>I'm not putting this person down. Her ministry to me and to the church in other capacities was wonderful. But at the foundational level, she didn't have the music inside and so she couldn't feel it. I played with her twice, and after the second time I resolved that I couldn't do it again. No matter what a great person she was, I couldn't play with someone who can't feel the music.</p>
<p>More recently, I got to be part of a praise band. This band included some fantastic musicians: a bass player who really feels the music and is absolute master of his instrument, two excellent drummers, a rhythm guitarist who not only felt, but wrote music, and a handful of dedicated and Spirit-led singers. Unfortunately, it also included a band leader who coun't feel the music. </p>
<p>Don't get me wrong: this guy is a lead guitarist and can do some dazzling things on that instrument. However, as I already said, anybody can play an instrument. He's a great showman, and every service was like a concert with him introducing the songs, delivering little talks between them, and other performance-based activities. But the music usually wasn't there. And leading or playing in a praise band isn't about performance or showmanship, it's about the music. If the music isn't there, you don't have praise. It's that simple.</p>
<p>Carrying this guy was one of the hardest things I've ever done. We would go to start a song that has a tempo of about 120, and he would count at about 75. Then when the rest of the band followed his count, he'd get mad at the drummer for not setting a proper tempo. Fully 90% of our stops in practice were because he couldn't figure out where he was. Worse, he had a range of about 4 keys that he can play in. Once I wrote a song that I put in B flat, because it made the melody easy for a congregation to work with. He had a fit because I didn't "take the band members into consideration." Well, the band members were fine with it, but he didn't know how to play in B flat. I tried to tell him that all he had to do was play in A one fret higher, but he was incapable of such a thing: he coun't do that because he coun't feel the music. </p>
<p>After much consideration, I've come up with a good word for this kind of person, the kind who can play an instrument but isn't a musician. Such a person I call a hack. A hack is somebody who may have technical mastery over an instrument (or not) but doesn't have the music inside. S/he has to have an external source for things like rhythm, beat, and has to learn intricate lines by rote; such a person will most always do the same thing every time s/he plays a song, because those lines have to be constructed like Tinker Toys into something this person can not only play, but remember. If the hack forgets one of these memorized lines, that part of the tune goes straight out the window. There's no music to hold it, so it just slips away of its own accord.</p>
<p>Is it possible for a hack to become a true musician? To put it another way, can a person learn to feel the music? Good question. It depends on several other questions. The most important of these is: how badly do you want to be a real musician? It requires, above all things, a teachable spirit, a willingness to set aside what you thought you knew in favor of a deep and lasting change in the heart. If you think you've already got it, forget it. If you've been doing the technique but haven't been taught to bring the music from inside, you've got to be prepared to put it all aside and start from scratch. The difference really is that vast.</p>
<p>Let's take the simplest musical form as an example: the scale. An accomplished musician, say a pianist, can play scales in most of the major keys. But if this person comes across a scale with some "flavor" in it, some extra notes, chromatics, skips, whatever, done in C Major, can they do the same thing in another key just by hearing the original and transposing? A musician, in most instances, will be able to figure it out because the music is coming from inside, not from technique. A hack will have to write it out, then fumble around figuring out how many lines or spaces the change takes, then go back and sort out the accidentals, then probably give up and do something else. </p>
<p>Some of what the musician does is learned, of course; there's no substitute for some training in music theory, and especially ear training as it relates to theory. A musician who learns the pattern of a melodic minor scale will, at once, be able to play (or at least pick out in a few seconds) that same scale in just about any key. A complex rhythm will be picked up within a hearing or two, not because it's technically understood but because it is felt. </p>
<p>Theory by itself, though, can't internalize the music. This has to be a choice and act of the heart. In addition, it's a life-changing choice. Once you learn to feel the music, you will never be the same. You will never hear music quite the same way again, nor will you play music the same way. Elevator music in a shopping mall will become the subject of unconscious scrutiny as it floats through your head: you'll analyze it, find yourself humming the melody, telling yourself "I could have done that a lot better" and otherwise obsessing on it. Are you prepared for that?</p>
<p>The second question to ask is, why? Why do you want to be a musician? Why do you want to undergo such a life-change and step out of the comfort zone of Hackville? After all, one might say, I've come this far doing what I'm doing, and people think I'm pretty good. Why do I need to go further? Why can't I just do my technical stuff and leave all this feeling crap to somebody else?</p>
<p>This takes us to a more fundamental question: why do you play music in the first place? Why bother? The answers to this question are as diverse as the people answering it. Some want the spotlight, some like to stretch themselves, some gave in to peer pressure somewhere along the line, others just want to be like their heroes. The hack that I mentioned above who led the band fell into this last category. His idol was Jimmy Page of Led Zeppelin. He learned every lead line that Page ever played, learned the names of all the chords and sequences and trained his fingers to do all the things Jimmy Page did. That was what being a guitarist meant to him; that's why he was a hack.</p>
<p>The best musicians play the music because they can't help it. When they're not playing it, they're listening to it. When they're not listening to it, they're humming it inside their heads. </p>
<p>But that's not all they're doing. They're seeing themselves playing it (or dreading the day when they have to, if it's really awful music) and hearing all the great things they're going to do with it when they do, to make it even better than it is now. This improvement won't be technical, it will be emotional. They'll internalize it and let it flow out in a form that is uniquely their own, an expression of the person inside. A hack will ask "What did Fred Fredson do with this in 1908? I could do that..." And once the hack gets the idea "dialed in," it will be cast in stone for all of eternity. Nothing will change it, no matter what the circumstances. The musician might play it with a huge flourish today, and with a lilting melodic flavor tomorrow; it all depends on what the world is like in that little corner at that particular time. Only one who feels the music can do that.</p>
<p>So where does this leave us? It leaves each of us who wants to make music with a choice: the easy way or the hard way. The easy way is to become a technician, a hack, able to tell anyone anything in the world about the instrument but never quite feeling what it does, using technique as a cover and substitute for the emptiness inside. The hard way is to let the music be what it is according to what's inside, in a very real sense letting the music take over and do what it wants to. If you can already feel the music and know what I mean by this, you've obviously already made the choice somewhere along the line. Technique will come with practice; I can do things with my bad left hand now that I wouldn't have dreamed of 10 years ago. Good instruction will bring good technique, but only a true musician can apply that technique to the internal dance that is unique to each person and create something truly beautiful, something that can genuinely be called "music." </p>
<p>Addendum
Since I wrote this essay 3 years ago, two major things have happened. First, that hack that I mentioned has become a musician. The transformation was nothing short of amazing. Some traumatic things happened that made him re-evaluate his musicianship, and what he saw he found lacking. So he began to learn. Among other things, he can now play in most any key I throw at him, but more important, he can feel what a piece of music is saying, and now when he plays that music flows out from within him. Playing alongside him now is a real joy. Even though we now live in two different states about a thousand miles apart, I find myself echoing Oliver Twist: "May I have some more?"
Even more significant for me personally: some time in early 2002, I honestly don't know when it happened, God healed my bad hand. I had bought an electric guitar for my oldest daughter, and I chose that particular one because the touch was so easy that "even I can play it." I started messing with it, and when she went off to college she left it behind with me. My hand still cramped, but I realized that I kind of missed guitar playing. Well, one day around March of '02 I was sitting around chatting with my wife and fiddling with the back of my left hand when I suddenly noticed something: "That lump is gone." Kathy, who is a nurse, examined it and agreed. Just for fun I started to test my fingers. For the first time in over 30 years, my last 2 fingers were working independently. I bounded out of my chair and grabbed the guitar, and played it for half an hour with absolutely no pain. These days, at the church where I currently play, it's my primary instrument. I can't praise my Lord enough for this awesome gift!</p>
<p>So a couple of conclusions arise from these events: first, yes, Virginia, a hack can become a musician. The question, as always, is "How badly do you want it?" My friend wanted it badly enough to go back to the beginning, do a harshly critical evaluation of his musicianship, and start over. If you don't want it that badly, don't bother. But he can tell you, the results are worth the risk. Second, God has His own ways, and His own timing. Why heal my hand now? I don't know. I don't care. My job, whether my hand is whole or handicapped, is to make the most of the musical gift He has given me and leave the details to Him. I tend to like that arrangement!</p>
<p>In the world of true music, the easy way is unacceptable. It is only by feeling the music that one can do justice to the medium. If you can't feel the music, either learn how to or don't play it.</p>