A philosophical response to reading about this controversial song. |
FYI: 4'33" is a real song writen by composer John Cage, who experimented with expanding the boundries of what is considered to be music. It is four minutes and 33 seconds of silence. No notes are played. It was first performed on August 29, 1952, at Woodstock, New York as part of a recital of contemporary piano music. Several artists have payed tribute to this song, including John Lennon and Frank Zappa. 4’33” 4’33”, the epic piece, no fingers ever grace the keys. So silent is the performance that for a short period of time the audience realizes the chaos of the world around them and the beauty of its absence. And they have time to contemplate. Probing fingers tear into their souls exposing an emptiness which only silence can reveal. They have never before realized how many questions science is unable to answer. Suddenly a seed of fear is planted in their minds. A man begins to cough in the middle of the piece. Several people jump, and look around, alarmed. Then they promptly lean back against the seats and fall into an endless black hole: the black hole of thought. Bullets cover the sky as thick as grass on a lawn. The soldiers are lying on the ground, helpless against the constant barrage. They are behind a short brick wall, holding out until they die. Suddenly they are hit from behind; a machine gun rips apart their bodies. Their minds begin to race. Every question which has ever gone unanswered. Every thought that has ever been repressed. This is the end. They die thinking, but never knowing. The pianist puts down the piano lid, and the audience's minds are pulled out of the black hole. They look around frantically at other people, fearing that the emptiness they now felt inside of them was visible to the entire audience. Their minds try to grasp the fleeting thoughts that survived the black hole’s pull, but before they can get a firm grip on them, they disappear as the silence disappeared when the pianist put down the piano lid. Before they can fill the emptiness the magnificent piece is over. Chaos is restored; Peace and silence fall on deaf ears. People exit the auditorium, returning to the same world they had left four and a half minutes ago. And nothing has changed. The people have experienced tranquility for the first time, along with methodical reflection. Yet they do not change their ways. The poor are still poor. The rich are still rich. New wars replace old wars. The aimless have not found purpose. The ignorant are still ignorant. And, it seems, humans will always be human. |