By the Darn-Poor Rhymer
The Darn-Poor Rhymer has been silent for almost six months. But yesterday, I was contemplating a phrase of a melody I had composed a few months before; which my brass band and our young cornet soloist were about to start practising, when the COVID lockdown happened. We haven’t met since; and no-one seems to have any idea when we’ll be allowed to practise together again. Let alone hold a concert. Anyone that tries to make out that the lockdown is over, is both deluding themselves and bullshitting us all. (By the way, I have a barber appointment for Monday).
I realized that this melodic line was about as simple as you can possibly write in the Western tradition. An upward scale of C, down and back up again in the scale of A flat to a top C, then a downward scale to a pause on E (the first time) or G (the second). The rhythm, though, is a complex one (7/8), and the effect when the Sibelius program plays it back is magical. It’s a pity I can’t post the .mp3 on Blogger (sigh).
That realization set the Darn-Poor Rhymer going. This is what he wrote:
Music is infiniteEight billion monkeys
Each with a keyboard,
Writing songs at the speed of light
For the duration of the Universe.
Will they find all the melodies?
Eight monkeys each with a rope
Pulling now faster, now slower,
For ever and ever; so be it.
Can they play all the melodies?
Some truths are not provable inside a system.
And as I’m showing you here
Music is greater than your imagination;
Music is infinite.
If not, why bother about him?
But if he’s in our Universe, he too is finite;
So, he can’t conduct all the melodies.
Or maybe he exists (or not), but we can’t prove it?