It seems that music underlies most things in this life. Even traffic. I once read that the universe gives off a low hum that corresponds to a Bb note, emanating from a black hole 250 million light years away (but it is inaudible at 57 octaves below middle C). God must play trumpet. And one could say that John Cage‘s “silent” modernist composition called 4’33” is in that key, by inference. Here’s Cage on the reception of the first performance of the piece in 1952 (from Wikipedia):
“They missed the point. There’s no such thing as silence. What they thought was silence, because they didn’t know how to listen, was full of accidental sounds. You could hear the wind stirring outside during the first movement. During the second, raindrops began pattering the roof, and during the third the people themselves made all kinds of interesting sounds as they talked or walked out.”
The colors in a successful painting are said to harmonize. Champagnes are rumored to give a signature sound if you put an ear to the glass (and this may prove more soothing than compositions by Philip Glass). There’s often music in poetry, at least the ones I like best, and sometimes more so than in actual music. Then again, atonal music has its own history. My noise may be your music and vice-versa. That’s all fine, just turn it down a bit… And I once had the luck to catch the multi-instrumentalist Jon Brion in LA at the Coronet Theater. Amazing performer. He stopped mid-show to take a song request and after countless shout-outs, I called (from the Group W bench) a counterintuitive one for laughs, Arlo Guthrie‘s Thanksgiving epic “Alice’s Restaurant (Massacree)” that lasts 18:34. Much to my surprise and delight, he played it for a minute or two before throwing in the towel. So, so cool. And legend has it that he once flung open the venue’s side door to sample street construction noises for an improvised composition. Now that’s the stuff! My guess is the tune was in Bb.
Finally, a few thought on music from Walt Whitman in his “Leaves of Grass” (1855):
“All music is what awakens from you when you are reminded by the instruments,
It is not the violins and the cornets… it is not the oboe nor the beating drums — nor the notes of the baritone singer singing his sweet romanza… nor those of the men’s chorus, nor those of the women’s chorus,
It is nearer and farther than they.“
Great Exudations 
I liked the whimsy in this post, but I think it is also true that there is music everywhere.
Loved this. Thanks for sharing!
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