Music has so much life in it: joy, sorrow, grace, nobility, irreverence, pain, terror. It is a wild and untamable animal. It is anything but square. It curves and squiggles.
And yet we try to straighten the edges. Franz Schubert’s music is nothing to get stuck up about. That cages the art. But when we love his music openly and passionately, whether listening to or performing it, Schubert is released into the wild. Life is put back into it.
We must let music not be something to be competitive or dismissive or mean about but something to enliven our passion for what it means to be human.
I think we have to release music back into the wild.