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Chapter 10: Some Final Thoughts
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Myron with staff and friends at his retirement party. |
I’ve finished the Sacks book, and there is so much in there I want to share with you, but I know you’d learn more if you just read it, so I won’t try to condense such a rich book. He shows that a lot of the conditions he covers are traceable to some part of the brain. But music itself can’t be mapped, at least not yet. But I will keep trying to find out what music is, trying to play it alone or with others, and hoping I can keep in intimate touch with it even as my condition persists.
I’m a bit disappointed. I’m not finding how to write what I had envisioned as I wrote this. I threw in childhood, and learning, known and unknown musical friends, the writings of Oliver Sacks, and sax and violins, and changes for the better or worse, and I expected the clouds to open up to a majestic sky filled with musicians of all sorts playing all sorts of lost chords, and I’d be able to use words like “effulgent.”
I think I came close to being able to do that (without the cinematic flourish.) And as I look back and tear out some things and change others I also find things I wanted to touch on, but this would be a horrible example of excess, more than it already is.
So with regrets of leaving unmentioned friends and teachers and mentors just as important as those whose effects are celebrated here, of not being able to read your faces as you read this, and with regards to those at WGUC who I’ve worked with and those who came after, and with thanks
To WGUC for letting me into their space on the web, I’m glad I could share this with you. |
