The First Rhythm: A Narrative Poem By Andre’ About Music, Art & Sharing

The first rhythm came from the rustling seas. There were the melodies of the dinosaurs-calling out with the cracking rhythms as the super continent of Pangaea broke up to make the world. Millennia after millennia, the music went on. From the call of the first wild mammals and birds. From the first hominids- beating their sticks. Building their wheels. Beating their drums to celebrate their harvests, their celebrations, their unions of love. From drum to horn. From harp to piano. From the concert hall to the first vinyl pressing. From Beethoven to Ellington. From Miles to Wonder. Its an ongoing adventure.

As the newest millennia dawned, the human race was in a whole new age. The computer age. The age of the world wide web. Socializing became social media. The young would one day walk the streets talking to one another. Not always with their voices. But with their hands on their phones. From real life sci fi to real life wi fi. The tap of the human fingers on the digital keyboard continues dancing to the rhythm. The music of an entire century of recording through ringtones. The rhythmic clicking of keys both real and unreal.  The music goes on and on by the day and night.

Bigger worlds lead to bigger worries sometimes. One person’s temporary condition is another person’s cause. Many of us know a cause can cause problems if we don’t like the effect. When it comes to the internet and music, a song or a sound spreads to people faster. To the world over. And that comes after another condition where music and sound are servants and slaves. Brought and sold as property. And the conflict arises. To use legalities to limit. Or have more music, available to more people than other time in history, for free. Its become a year by year, day by day game of musical keep away.

I am just one of many in this world. One of many who shares what I know about music that goes back to the post Pangaea world. That first drum on the dark continent, and its many children. And from this little spot on this world wide web, I am sometimes tangled in confusion. The oral tradition turning into litigation. A healthy musical society turning its sights fast onto privacy. For those of us who share our knowledge on music given to us, learned by us to you? Let that knowledge flow. Do not hush even one voice in this musical world. Let the music and what we know about it go on, and on, and on. Forever.

Love, peace, tolerate, share your music, share your knowledge, have fun and stay funky!

 

 

 

 

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