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Listening
Twenty-five hundred years ago the Buddha discovered a method for living life more
freely and compassionately. His method was empirical rather than religious: instead of
theological concepts and devotional commitments, he outlined a set of practical
techniques his followers could try out for themselves.
The Buddha rarely mentioned music, and yet much of what he taught can be applied
directly to what I call Buddhist musicianship. Buddhist musicianship is a radical return to
the basics of working with sound, emphasizing concentration, mindfulness, personal
discipline, attentive listening, breathing, community, and compassion.
This Buddhist Musicianship series of articles is about becoming a musician or, for those
who are already musicians, about revisiting the foundations of the craft and discovering
new approaches, using the Buddha’s teaching as a framework. By “musician” I don’t
necessarily mean a professional musician – I mean somebody who is creatively engaged
with the world of sound.
For music to exist in the world, one of the most basic requirements is attentive listening.
What a simple idea, but one that is often ignored because it seems so obvious. That’s why
these first three articles delve deeply into the practice of listening, drawing parallels with
Buddhist methods and offering exercises that bridge the gap between art and meditation.
I hope that through these writings you will develop a sense of the world of music that is
at once broader and more precise than you thought possible. I hope you will begin to see
yourself as an active, creative, and self-assured participant in that world. I hope, too, that
the Buddhist approach to musical expression enriches other areas of your life.
May all beings be happy. May all beings be filled with love and compassion. May all
beings be liberated from suffering.
Buddhist Musicianship 1:
Listening to Sound as Sound
What if we define music not as something that’s made or consumed, but simply as
sound that’s listened to as sound?
If I listen to your voice only to extract the literal meaning of the words you’re
uttering, it’s not exactly music to my ears. But if I notice the rise and fall of your
breath, the changing pitches of the syllables, the sharpness or gentleness of your
tone, then I am certainly listening to a song. Similarly, if the pattering of the rain
means no more to me than a signal to go indoors, it would be a stretch to call it
music; but if I am attentive to the complex ever-changing rhythms of the
raindrops, I experience the same type of fascination as when I listen to Indian
tabla drumming or jazz, a clearly musical fascination. In other words, through my
attentiveness to sound I have entered a state of music.
now to thoughts of the next phrase or song – or even of your next gig! But it is
essential, for the life of the music, to bring your attention back to the “right now”
sound. And of course it is essential to listen to this sound as sound. As you do this
over and over again, it starts to become second nature. This is Buddhist
musicianship in action.
being made. Simply notice everything about it. Notice how the sound
begins, how it progresses, how it ends, perhaps how it starts again. Notice
any change in volume, or pitch, or any other qualities such as roughness
versus smoothness. Don’t try to analyze, just notice all these aspects of the
smallest sounds.
After a while this level of concentration may feel like a strain. In that case
return to noticing the feeling of the breath, the sensations at your nostrils
or in your belly as it enters and leaves your body. When you are more
relaxed restart your detailed investigation of sonic phenomena. Eventually
the focus on sound will become as relaxing as the focus on other body
sensation. You may notice that your mind becomes quieter, that you are
clearing a mental space in which the sonic events can live their brief life.
Concentration on sound naturally develops quietness, not necessarily the
quietness of a library or monastery, but a deep inner quiet.
Mindful listening
The second Buddhist approach to meditation is mindfulness. In mindfulness
meditation, you let go of concentration on a particular sense object and open up
your awareness to include the constantly changing states of your mind and body
and the world around you. In other words, you ride the waves of sensation and
thought as they arise and disappear. If an image of a lemon meringue pie pops
into your head, for instance, you simply notice it, let go of it, and let the next
mind-object rise and pass away. You may discover that you’ve been stuck in
lemon meringue pie bliss for several minutes, but it’s never too late to let go. In
some traditions you softly label the mind-object that arises. “Thinking,” you say
to yourself when a thought comes up. Then you feel an itch on your leg.
“Feeling,” you say to yourself, and then let that go as well. In this way you get
more and more adept at being present and at allowing every experience to arise
and perish without clinging to it.
How does this apply to musicianship?
You can get close enough to a painting that nothing else is included in your visual
arena – all you see are the colors and shapes and textures on the canvas. But with
sound it’s different. Sound never exists in isolation. A Sousa march blaring from a
band shell is embroidered with the sonic events of the entire soundscape. A dog
barks, a jet flies by, somebody sings along. And as you listen you may also be
aware of the sounds of your own body: the wind rushing past your ears, your heart
beating, even the sound of swallowing. It is impossible to completely block out all
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these inputs, and so the musicianly thing to do is consider them a part of the
music, to hear the entire sonic environment as a symphony (symphony means
“sounding together,” by the way).
This sort of inclusionary listening is a fundamental skill for performing in
instrumental ensembles. If you’re playing with other musicians, you have to open
up your hearing to include everything they’re doing as well as everything you’re
doing. It doesn’t work to just concentrate on your own part, playing it as
accurately as you can – you must be receptive to the miniscule moment-to-
moment changes in the overall sound. The more mindful each member of the
group becomes, the more unified and enthralling the music. And if the group can
extend that mindfulness to include the sound qualities of the space – incorporating
into their music the reverberation of the walls, the random sounds of traffic, even
the occasional fidgeting of the audience – then we have a truly remarkable
musical event rather than a simple “recital” of a composition.
Ma
In traditional Japanese music we also have a concept called ma. Ma means the
space between intentional sounds. Like many Japanese terms, though, it is a
highly condensed nexus of concepts. The idea of ma includes listening, relaxation,
patience, and attention. Its outward manifestation in performance is an intuitive
artistic sense of the spacing between musical events (breath-length phrases or
individual notes), but “good ma” demonstrates many underlying qualities of
musicianship and even of a more general meditative attitude toward life.
Needless to say, traditional Buddhist shakuhachi music emphasizes ma. Silence,
in fact, or not playing, is the ground from which the music is reborn with each
breath. Shakuhachi is notorious for the difficulty of producing pitched sound, but
I believe it is not making sound that is the hardest aspect. The real challenge is
returning again and again to a quiet receptive state – a ma state -- between
phrases, letting go of worrying about what comes next. This habit, I believe, is the
essence of Buddhist musicianship. Fortunately you don’t need a shakuhachi to
practice – all you need is your body, your breath, your ears, and the exquisite
mysterious world of sounds.
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from a 1997 interview in Insight Journal, a publication of the Barre Center for
Buddhist Studies
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Listening to space
As a child I spent lots of time at the beach, playing in the hissing, sputtering and
roaring Atlantic waves. It was a sound I loved and found exhilarating. One day I
suddenly noticed an aspect of the sound I had never heard before. Waves do not
hit the beach completely head on, they break in a long slow spiral against the
shore. In other words, if you’re facing the ocean the sound of a wave crashing
might start far down the beach to your left, and then it hits closer and closer until
it breaks directly in front of you. At that point it may keep crashing against the
sand to your right, making contact further and further down the beach until the
sound is a distant whir. By then a new wave will certainly have announced itself
to your left, and the whole cycle repeats with sounds that are always slightly
different.
Why hadn’t I noticed this before? There are a couple of reasons. One is simply
that it hadn’t occurred to me that there was anything to be gained from
consciously listening to the ocean the same way I was used to listening to
instrumental music. More importantly, the concept of sound as moving broadly
through space was new to me – or more accurately, had become alien to me. As
school emphasized the importance of paying attention to the one focal point at the
front of the classroom, I had lost some of my peripheral hearing and the joy of
noticing the spatial play of sound.
Living with or close to nature, sonic location is an essential human skill. You
have to know where that hissing or snarling is coming from, and whether it’s
headed your way or not. You have to know how far away the thunder is and
which way the wind is blowing – both of these pieces of information can be
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derived from sound alone. Without the aid of artificial lighting, we are partially
blind for fifty percent of our time on earth – but all through the night our ears are
working overtime, busy locating sound sources and analyzing their movement in
order to compensate for our night blindness.
Playing space
Whenever we make a sound – whether it’s a so-called musical sound or not – we
are sending vibrations into a particular space, a space that contains the vibrating
substance (air, water) and that is contained by substance (walls, trees, mountains).
The vibrations interact with the space, including its container, to create the quality
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of the sound. We all know that in a large empty room sound is very resonant,
while in a small carpeted closet sound is flat and “present.” As every performing
musician knows, when we make a sound we are “playing the space” as well as our
instrument. And our own voice is affected not just by the room we’re in, but by
the various bodily containers it passes through: our throats, mouth, and lips.
Recently I stayed for a few days in the old center of Perugia, a medieval Italian
city whose streets and buildings have hardly changed in five hundred years. Since
the central area is almost exclusively pedestrian, subtler sounds are not obscured
by traffic noise. And because of this, you can hear very clearly how the extreme
variety of architectural spaces – from wide open piazzas to narrow circuitous
alleys, from intimate shops to huge cathedrals – affect sound. As you walk
around, your voice may at one moment be a flat whisper, the next moment a
booming oracle.
Old cities like this are a sonic playground, and I’m sure acoustic playfulness went
into the original design. I can imagine children running through these spaces
shouting and laughing, listening to how the sound of their voices changes as they
run. This is a form of play we have lost for the most part in modern environments,
where it’s harder to hear these differences due to ambient noise, to muzak that
imposes its sameness everywhere, and to architecture that represses rather than
invites sonic experimentation. (In the buildings that stand out as acoustically
interesting, such as churches and old libraries, we are told to be quiet.) The
situation is a little better for kids who grow up on farms: there are the barns and
other outbuildings, each with its own sonic identity; there are the varied rooms of
an old farmhouse; and there are highly specialized spaces such as silos and old-
fashioned wells that offer children an opportunity to play wildly with sound.
Though for many of us the possibility of this sort of play has been greatly
diminished, through careful listening we can still explore the acoustical
differences in our environment and develop a greater appreciation for the
relationship between sound and space.
sucks.” Buddhism teaches us to plunge into a recognition of the actual event that
is occurring, as it occurs. Part of this heightened awareness is noticing that the
event is happening in a real space. Becoming sensitive to the spatial aspect of
sound, the relation of sound to space, grounds us in physical reality. From this
grounding we can begin to experience the world as it is and to become free of our
prejudices and quick judgments.
We all have ears – why can’t we just listen without needing to practice
concentration and mindfulness?
Listening, or rather not listening, is apparently a serious problem in our society.
Relationships fall apart all the time because a partner “doesn’t listen to me.” We
all want to be listened to, and yet often we refuse to listen well enough to satisfy
another person.
Not listening to another person is essentially the same as not listening to any other
sonic information. Sounds enter our consciousness through a haze of distracted
thinking and preformed assumptions, and it’s sometimes moments before we
notice, for instance, the sound of a bird chirping, cars whizzing by, a kettle
whistling on the stove, or a partner claiming she’s unhappy. With atrophied
listening skills we are alienated not just from other individuals, but from our
entire environment.
5. From here, it is possible to either “taste” or reject the sound, and it is only after
this that it really registers in our minds.
6. Any sort of post-processing can occur now, such as judgments about the sound,
decisions to stop paying attention, etc.
At any point during this process, other objects of consciousness will sneak in
between the mind-moments that add up to hearing this one sound. A sudden
awareness of hunger, for instance, can turn into millions of little donut-vision
mind-moments cutting in line. Obviously this weakens the impression of the
auditory input as it stretches out the listening process, and if the donut-visions are
strong enough the listening process might short-circuit before the sound even
registers in the brain as a sound.
The Abidhamma suggests that it is possible to take control of this process to some
extent, to develop such a sensitive awareness that we can monitor the succession
of mind-moments directly and choose what inputs to privilege. A firm ethical
grounding, according to the Abidhamma, will create habits of choice such that we
may automatically pay attention to our friend in need rather than letting our minds
drift too far into donut-land.
Filtering
We all share the ability to block out or filter sonic information. In Abidhamma
terms, we have developed a habitual short-circuiting of the listening process when
it comes to certain kinds of sound.
This is a very interesting skill, sort of the inverse of mindful listening, and an
extension of a survival technique common to many animals. A tiger roaming
through the forest cannot treat all sounds equally: respond with full attention and
concern to every creaking of a branch and you may miss the more important
signals, not to mention that you’ll be a nervous wreck. Those proto-tigers who
survived long enough to pass on their genes were ones who could let the sounds
of nature meld into Muzak that was occasionally pierced by the cry of some
particularly delicious or nutritious prey species. And those smaller prey who
survived were ones endowed by evolution with a built-in “everything-but-tiger
filter” -- they could put the sounds of a thousand scurrying creatures on an aural
back burner but quickly went into high alert at the sound of a single feline
footstep.
Perhaps the most obvious example of a hard-wired filter like this in humans is a
mother’s ability to hear the soft cry of her awakening infant two rooms away even
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through the blare of a stereo. It’s a filter that insures the survival of her offspring.
If she were listening with full attention to every sound, she might miss her baby’s
cry, or at least it wouldn’t stand out in importance from the rest of the
soundscape. In addition, the attentiveness to every sonic input would leave her too
exhausted to deal effectively with her biologically-dictated tasks.
School daze
It’s early spring, the sun is pouring through the classroom window. It’s hot and
sticky in the room, your desk is uncomfortable and constraining. You’re
daydreaming about romping barefoot in mountain meadows, picking wildflowers,
standing under waterfalls with your face to the sky and your arms spread wide,
maybe even riding unicorns. Every once in a while you notice the clock at the
front of the room: the second hand seems to be barely moving. The teacher’s
voice is a distant, dismal blur. You think he is droning on about the quadratic
formula, but it may be the War of 1812, you’re not really sure. In any case it’s not
something that matters very much right now, you’re sure of that at least. The
mind-moments of listening to the teacher are almost constantly interrupted by
your daydream, and the listening process is short-circuited somewhere between
steps 4 and 5 of the Abidhamma outline above.
Suddenly you hear a sound that makes you sit bolt upright. Your daydream
screeches to a halt as soft reverie is immediately replaced by harsh reality. What
was this alarming sound? Simply your name. The teacher said it just once very
softly, almost inaudibly, but it somehow penetrated the haze of your inattention
and hit you like a clap of thunder. In fact, the sound probably was inaudible to
most of your classmates, who were still busy with their own unicorns and rocket
ships. It wasn’t their turn to wake up.
This story reveals what I call the “everything-but-your-name filter” at work: all
other sound is blurred and muted, and only your name is allowed to pass through
loud and clear, like a tiger’s footstep. What’s interesting about this filter is that
it’s not hard-wired. There’s nothing in your genes that makes you predisposed to
straighten up and fly right when you hear “Johnny” or “Janey.” And yet it is
common to all humans and to many dogs I have known. Thus there must be
survival value attached to the ability to program new “everything-but” filters.
Creating these new filters enables us to adapt to our environment in the course of
a single lifetime, to watch out for new predators that have evolved quickly or have
been introduced recently into the environment – such as boring teachers.
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How does this relate to our general problem with listening? I believe humans have
an overdeveloped tendency to create these “everything-but” filters. The ability to
self-program in this ad hoc way served us well in the wild, in environments that
required a great deal of contrast-enhancement between the thousands of sounds
that were not survival-significant and the few that were. However, I think we
spawn filters that are inappropriate to our current manufactured environment and
cooperative social arrangement. And once a filter is used a few times, it quickly
becomes a habit. If you’d gotten used to blocking out your last partner’s abusive
rants, you might have a hard time even hearing your next partner’s effusive words
of love.
really “take in” and process vast numbers of discrete sounds the way some
other animals can, it works better for us to use the
foregrounding/backgrounding techniques of “everything-but” filtering.
• Visual intoxication. I suspect we were gatherers long before we were
hunters. A hawk’s eye is ideally suited to the chase, with incredibly high-
resolution long distance vision. Our own eyesight lacks that kind of acuity,
but we make up for it with the ability to distinguish a broad palette of
colors. We can quickly tell an edible berry from a similarly shaped
poisonous species that is subtly different in color, which obviously gives us
a great survival advantage. Of course in the past ten thousand years we have
become agriculturists and no longer gather food from the wild, but the
instincts and abilities are still there. Our gathering instinct has made a
complex art of shopping, or clever gleaning in the case of the poor, and our
penchant for distinguishing colors has inspired advertisers to provide an
amazing and intoxicating variety of eye candy. Alas, advertisers have not
followed suit in the auditory realm and provide nothing like the rich and
varied sonic environment of the woods, or even of a village, and so we are
left with an overemphasis on the visual in our culture. This, I believe, has
dulled our attention to sound. As we wander through consumer culture we
are so overwhelmed by visual stimulus that we can’t really pay much
attention to auditory inputs anyway, and we tend to filter out everything but
what is essential for our safety or consumer benefit. We deploy, in effect, an
“attention shoppers!” pass filter. Background music of the sort played in
malls helps with this filtering by blocking out any jagged interesting real
world sounds.
radio airplay, and many other extra-musical factors. Perhaps you went to a
symphony concert once as a kid and were completely bored. The human penchant
for generalizing can turn this experience into a lifelong aversion to classical
music. Or perhaps you associate a style of music with a particular social group
that you don’t feel you’re a member of, such as the heavy metal crowd. Even John
Cage, famous for introducing all sorts of new sounds into western art music, had a
notable “deaf spot” when it came to jazz.
“Deaf spot” is a good term for it, because when you have an aversion to a
particular kind of music you don’t really hear it. When we mentally classify music
in a particular genre, we unconsciously affect our ability to listen. I may say to
myself, for instance, “That’s brass band music” and move the listening experience
to a back burner of my mind. I may resume “real” listening only if some sonic
fragment catches my attention and demonstrates that it’s within a genre I already
believe I like. If we return to our definition of music as sound that’s listened to as
sound, then certainly this can’t be a musical experience: we are listening to sound
as style, not sound.
Why does musical taste exist at all? Why can’t we appreciate the sensuality of all
sound rather than insisting on classifying it and privileging it or rejecting it based
on extra-sonic criteria? My guess is that humans are a tribal species, and we use
sound – as we use fashion – to flag ourselves as members of a particular tribe: the
hip-hop tribe, the downtown art-scene tribe, the refined classical tribe, etc.
Intrinsically, these are no different from any other tribal affiliations. The more we
can get beyond this tribalism, I believe, the more chance we have of cooperating
with each other and surviving as a species. In less global times there was great
survival value to tribalism. To the extent that music is a bridge into other cultures
and other modes of relating with the world, there is now great survival value to
letting go of taste and its attendant fundamentalism.
Muzak
There is also the opposite kind of filtering when it comes to what we normally
consider music: the habit of turning off our listening when the style is too
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familiar. Well, perhaps we don’t completely turn off our listening in this case –
we relegate the sonic information to the status of “background music” and listen
to it in a different way, as the soundtrack to our foreground activities. I wonder if
this experience of music as a soundtrack existed before the movies – and I wonder
if it exists in cultures that have never experienced movies or TV.
When I was a kid what we now call “lounge music,” and what is now considered
a retro delicacy, was everywhere, serving as a narcotizing sonic background to the
pressures of city and suburban life in the late fifties. It was an over-the-counter
sedative that took the jagged edges off our experience of an environment that was
quickly becoming harsher than the wilderness of our prehistory. It also served as a
sort of social lubricant, providing a musical lowest common denominator at
cocktail parties, in offices and elevators, and of course in dentists’ waiting rooms.
Because of its ubiquity, I never really heard it, and years later when encountering
the newly-chic novelties of fifties-era musicians like Esquivel or Raymond Scott I
had to force myself to turn off my backgrounding filter in order to really
experience the brilliance and humor of their arrangements. Today’s Muzak is
comprised of defanged orchestral versions of great old rock songs, sonic pablum
for the baby boomers. Sometimes music that’s “stood the test of time” is music
that’s played but not heard.
“Familiarity filtering” is a hazard for performers, too. I’m sure we’ve all
experienced some legendary musician simply going through the motions of
playing the composition he or she is most identified with. On some tours Bob
Dylan will play his oldest hits in a perfunctory disinterested manner, but on others
he seems to reinvest them with new life. And how does a performer invest a song
with new life? By listening! It is only through coming back again and again to the
auditory moment at hand, really paying attention to the sound of the sound, that
we get past the drudgery aspect of public performing. After practicing a piece of
music a few thousand times it may be hard to keep it fresh, but our contract with
the audience requires, I believe, that each performance feel like a totally new
listening experience. When it is a new experience for the performer, it becomes a
new experience for the audience.
Peak experience
There is one more filter that affects our listening to what is ordinarily called music
– the “too much of a good thing” filter.
Perhaps not everyone experiences this, but for many of us listening to music – or
performing it – approaches ecstasy. Leonard Bernstein claimed he regularly
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experienced actual orgasms while conducting the music of Gustav Mahler, for
instance. And certainly the theatrics of many performers have more in common
with religious ritual than with songwriting. But as we come close to ecstatic
experience, whether by means of sex, drugs, or rock and roll, we may become
fearful. We may back away from the edge, refusing to take the plunge into a full-
blown altered state. Perhaps we don’t want others to see us as contorted and
writhing (or even blissfully smiling) ecstatic animals rather than self-controlling
adults, or perhaps we are afraid that if we let go we might never get back to our
prosaic bubble of a workaday world. In any case, we shut down a little, our
listening seems to go away, and we are no longer truly “in the moment” with the
sound. We make a decision to be responsible citizens -- a decision which, if
made too many times, can ruin your life.
While in general Buddhism favors an attitude of subdued equanimity toward
sensual pleasure, various schools of Vajrayana and Tantric Buddhism celebrate an
ecstatic embrace of the sensual world, including sound, seeing it as a gateway to
acceptance of all experience. And throughout the world, various religious and
secular cultures have adopted musical trance rituals as the safest form of
intoxication humankind has found.
will into the sonic wilderness. There were free form FM radio stations, too, that
unleashed new and revolutionary sounds on the excited public. Throughout the
fifties and well into the sixties you’d listen to the radio and records together with
other interested, curious people. There weren’t headphone jacks in the old radios
or phonographs, which meant that listening was by default a social activity.
As time passed, listening to recorded music – which is the whole territory of
music to many people -- became more and more of a “bubble” activity (or a
passivity rather than an activity), something that isolates the individual and bathes
him or her in a constructed sonic environment. Instead of listening parties it’s
shared iPod playlists; instead of the musician on the street it’s the perfectly
produced song in your earbuds.
Recorded music itself has changed in a fundamental way. For the first fifty years
of recording technology, “records” were just that: records of an event. They were
sonic snapshots showing us some unfamiliar territory or reminding us of an old
sonic friend. Then with the advent of stereo and other ear-candy tricks, producers
began to create ever more elaborate artificial environments intended to immerse
the listener in a world apart. I have noticed in myself that immersion in recorded
sonic environments makes me turn off my critical thinking and my sensitivity to
physical surroundings in a way that an audio document does not. Maybe this is a
healthy form of temporary escape, but I think we should at least be cautious of
anything that takes the edge off our moment-to-moment awareness.
I even know people who listen raptly to nature recordings but would never take
the time to get out to the woods! This is the extreme example of a trend I call “the
wombing of the world.” In the sixties we started spending more and more time in
our cars – air-conditioned bubble worlds with sound systems that can completely
block out the outside world. Our homes, too, became more and more womb-like,
artificially safe environments full of our favorite toys. It is no coincidence that we
started using the word “crib” for home. TV, of course, helped the process along.
Later, personal computers almost finished the job of re-wombing the individual:
you can hole up in your room or your cubicle for hours on end without being
considered an antisocial nutcase or bad worker. Even food can be delivered, or
you can get it in a drive-through lane without leaving your car. The only reason to
exit your artificial womb is to defecate or buy more toys, taking your rightful
place the consume/waste cycle that is the economic underpinning of modern
society.
And of course it is no surprise that the history of listening tracks pretty closely
with this more general social trend.
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In Buddhism we take refuge in the Buddha, the Dharma (his teaching), and the
Sangha (our community of fellow practitioners). Community is considered
essential to the practice. The whole cannon of Buddhist ethical teachings, too,
emphasizes an ongoing relationship with society, an attentive engagement that is
clearly the opposite of self-wombing. But just as the wombing of the world has
affected our consumption of music, it has also distorted our view of Buddhism.
There are some, at least in our culture, who think all you need to do to “be a
Buddhist” is meditate in blissful isolation. The Buddha himself was crystal clear
on this point: without engagement there is no Buddhism! And of course
engagement with the world can be practiced in the activity of listening.
There’s a lot of noise these days about noise. Most would agree, I think, that noise is now
a part of our environment. But do we really know what we mean when we talk about
noise?
For some, noise is anything that’s not music to their ears, and they may even consider it
inherently evil. Think of a parent shouting “turn down that infernal noise!” But for others,
those who have wholeheartedly accepted the definition of music as sound that’s listened
to as sound, noise is an interesting set of sonic phenomena that can be used in all kinds of
artistic ways.
So which is it?
Defining noise
A technical definition is “data that interferes with the transmission or reception of the
intended information.” This definition counterpoises the concept of noise against the
concept of signal. But in certain forms of very intentional music, random information that
interferes with the basic communicative elements is an important part of the overall
signal. Think of guitar feedback, an effect that’s not completely controllable but is used
purposefully to distort – and enhance -- the melody of a rock song. Or think of the ever-
changing sound of a flute player’s breath that both obscures and enriches the tones,
adding a complexity that would be absent from synthesized flute. These simple examples
demonstrate that instead of considering signal and noise as enemies, you could consider
them allies in the production of music. And as soon as we quite correctly consider noise
an essential element of the music, it becomes signal!
This means that at least in the context of sound and music we’ll have a lot of trouble
coming up with an absolute definition of noise. Perhaps we should leave it at this: noise
is complex signal, signal that we can’t analyze on the fly for simple parameters such as
pitch, adherence to a particular scale, place in a predefined rhythmic structure, etc. Of
course this can be no more than a provisional working definition, since it depends on a
judgment call that will vary from culture to culture and from individual to individual.
Now let’s go back to our definition of music as sound that’s listened to as sound. Within
this framework, the only thing that keeps noise from achieving the exalted status of music
is our refusal to listen to it attentively – to listen “with Buddha’s ears.”
Filtering noise
Noise has received bad press in part because we are not careful with our definitions. For
instance, many people use the word noise to mean a loud sound. Of course, very loud
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sounds at certain frequencies can damage our hearing quickly. But “too loud” and “noise”
are not the same thing. As far as our ears are concerned, it doesn’t matter whether too-
loud sounds are from a jack hammer, a punk rock band, or a recording of Mozart sonatas
turned up to eleven. And much of the very rich sound-soup we often consider noise --
sounds of traffic and overhead jets and distant construction – is physically harmless at the
volume levels we usually encounter it.
Even though the sounds of the city – urban environmental noises – are physically
harmless at a distance, we know that they are physically damaging close to their source.
This makes us fear them, even from far away. And when we fear them, we filter them
out, closing down our listening facility. Ironically, these sounds that are physically
innocuous become dangerous because they make us shut down our attentiveness to the
sonic world around us. And inattentiveness, as we learned in the previous chapter,
quickly becomes a habit. If you are used to filtering out the subtleties of traffic noise, you
may not notice the subtleties in the sound of the ocean.
We have developed a variety of strategies for filtering out what we consider noise. Most
commonly, we treat it like Muzak, a gauzy soundtrack to our lives that effects our
emotions in a generalized and often negative way. We don’t hear the details, only the
overall effect. Even sirens become part of the barely noticed background music. This is
why emergency services and security companies have to change the sound of sirens every
few years, just as advertisers use ever more blatant imagery to stand out from the blur of
our culture’s visual “background music.”
At the extreme, we make ourselves literally deaf to the environment by putting on
earphones and listening to a constant stream of “real” music from our iPods. As an
occasional street performer, it’s humorous to watch the droves hurry by with their tiny
sound systems, not even noticing that there’s a live musician in their midst. This is yet
another one of those grand absurdities of the human world: certainly no other animal
creates environments from which it feels it must protect itself! It started with streets that
required shoes – now we have soundscapes that require MP3 players!
But just as you can still go barefoot, so you can still throw off your earphones and your
psychological filters and listen -- really listen! -- to the world around you. It starts with
accepting noise as just another kind of sound, as musical as any other.
Accepting noise
Buddhist meditators are often forced into a more open way of perceiving noise. I
remember a meditation retreat many years ago in an old building where the radiators
clanked and sputtered ceaselessly. Looking around the meditation hall, it was clear that
many people were annoyed with this environmental distraction and were determined to
use all their meditative power to ignore the sound. They had steely angry looks on their
faces. Probably some of them were regretting the money they’d spent on what they
thought would be a week of serenity. The leader of the retreat urged everyone not to
block out the noise but to embrace it, to listen with full attention to every fine detail and
then let it go, listen again, let it go again. After a few days the room felt incredibly
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peaceful. Clearly the radiator noises had become a music as spiritual as any chant! And I
have seen Zen monks in the middle of the noisiest areas of Tokyo with amused but serene
expressions on their faces, looking as if they were attending a wonderful concert – which
they were!
Of course it would be nice if we could all live where the soundscape was a symphony of
breezes and bobolinks. But these days most of us wander through an aural clutter of cars,
cell phones, overly-communicative friends, and electric drones. Many of the sounds we
hear are carriers of human-scale information, the news of the day, advertising for yet
another SUV or diet pill, songs meant to sell lifestyle accoutrements, and dire warnings
of all sorts from sirens to political rants. We try to extract the messages from the sounds,
or we try to reject the messages by closing our ears to the sounds. Instead of reinforcing
our armor, it would serve us better to remember the serene amused faces of the Zen
monks.
There is a story about the great shakuhachi master and Zen roshi Watazumi Doso. Some
engineers came to his apartment to record him. It was a hot day, so Watazumi threw open
the windows. Immediately the sounds of traffic all but drowned out the sounds of the
flute. But Watazumi insisted on keeping the windows open, and the engineers had no
choice but to record what they knew would end up a commercially unviable tape. As it
turned out, you could hardly hear the flute at all on the recording. When they played it
back for Watazumi, he purportedly only uttered one word. “Perfect!” he said.
More significant even than specific techniques, the very rhythmic structure of shakuhachi
honkyoku (Buddhist meditative music) is based around the length of the performer’s
breath. There is no abstract or predetermined beat – a player takes a deep (usually quite
audible) inhalation and then blows out for the entire length of his or her breath, fitting a
musical phrase into this physiological event. The breath, rather than being hidden behind
a curtain like the Wizard of Oz, is prominently featured, its white noise collaborating
with the bamboo in creating a rich sonic texture. The rhythm emerges biologically, in a
sense, and the melody is corporealized – it becomes fused with the body of the player.
You cannot say that a particular piece of honkyoku “goes like this.” It goes however the
player goes!
There are popular traditions around the world that use noise to great effect in instrumental
music. For instance, mbira (“thumb piano”) players in Zimbabwe add bottle caps to their
instruments, creating a jangling buzzing drone that enlivens the quiet beauty of the
primary pitched sound. And American jazz has incorporated more and more noise over
the years, from the growling clarinets of New Orleans to more recent free jazz
experimentalism.
Many composers, myself included, invent and perform music that not only includes noise
but is actually based on noise. In this sort of composition, the concepts of western
musical theory are completely abandoned in favor of working in a more immediate and
sculptural way that wakes up the listener to the complex beauty in all sound. And an
important outgrowth of noise music, glitch music focuses on those noises that are usually
considered a problem – the skipping of a CD, digital errors in sound files, etc. We
encounter these glitches constantly. They are a part of our sonic environment. It makes
perfect sense to hear them – attentively -- as music.
The highlighting of what is normally unintended reminds me of an interesting childhood
experience. I come from a musical family, and we often attended orchestral concerts. I
always loved these concerts best before the conductor came on stage, during that
suspenseful interval when the musicians entered one by one or in small groups, talking
casually, tuning their instruments, having one last go at some difficult passage of the
score. The randomly juxtaposed sounds had all the bristling excitement of dawn in the
mountains. In a sense, this was an orchestral alap. Then the oboe would cut through the
noise with its biting focused A pitch and the mood suddenly became formal and
hierarchical. From there the concert only went downhill for me. All the best music had
already happened – another demonstration that music can simply be considered sound
that’s listened to as sound.
allow avoidable violence, to ignore pain that we can alleviate, or to sit back and tolerate
injustice. Embracing the noise in our lives often means doing something about it.
Listening to the world – really listening to it after years of avoiding it – often wakes up a
new energy for engaging with society.