I’m always a bit mystified by people talking about ‘understanding’ music. Especially the idea that you can’t like it unless you understand it.
I didn’t read this here before someone quoted me having said it. “I didn’t put on this shoe myself” would be a German saying for this situation.
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Nevertheless, I have to say I disagree. To me, music is a language. I can like the sound of a language I don’t understand, for sure. But if I start understanding it, I get to a different level, in this case by picking up the meaning. This transforms my perception. I know many people who like Italian without understanding it. That’s ok. But it is a very shallow form of anppre and it might change when they pick up the meaning of what is said.
Paintings. The naturalistic paintings from masters of the past are “easy to understand” compared to abstract paintings of the 20th century. The obvious beauty of some of either is maybe not affected by understanding, but understanding can help me find the beauty, where it is not so obvious.
I grew up with Bach, Mozart, Beethoven, Mendelsohn, Louis Armstrong, Ellington and Little Richard on the turntables in my parents home (besides other things). So I “understood” certain grooves, thematic variation, basic cadences, parallel minor and secondary dominants long before I had a word for them. I just loved all this music, but looking back there is no doubt that I could understand a lot of it (except maybe not the sexuality in some of it). This understanding didn’t hurt my love for it. Some posts suggest that understanding spoils the real perception of art. I believe there is nothing evil about understanding! It’s OK if brain and heart work together!
When I first heard Coltrane’s Giant Steps, maybe 10 or 12 years old, it was like the cardboard boxes on the floor of the Guggenheim. I didn’t understand a word of what they were yelling. Liking or not liking would not be the right category. The music struck me like lightning. It triggered emotional response, and not entirely good emotions. It took a lot of listening, digesting and understanding for me to get to the point of actually liking this music. And I don’t necessarily mean drawing down the symmetry of Coltrane changes on a piece of paper, I mean a more non-cognitive, emotional understanding. I had similar experiences with Bird, Brecker, Bruckner, Mahler and other stuff. I even remember how Clyde Stubblefield’s snare drum displacements in James Browns music threw me out of my inner rhythm. I had to understand it, in order to love it. And now I can’t imagine soul or funk or hip hop without this spice.
I believe music is OK to be challenging. There are things in art that strike me by immediate beauty. Others don’t. Do I not like it then? Maybe. But sometimes it is an invitation for investigation and understanding. And sometimes the beauty grows with understanding.