Ein Raga ist ein Musikstück, das zu speziellen Tages- oder Nachtzeiten, dem jeweiligen Jahreszyklus entsprechend, gespielt wird. Jeder Raga hat das Ziel eine besondere Geistesstimmung wiederzugeben, was sich in einem bestimmten musikalischen Thema ausdrückt. Die klassische indische Musik ist modal und duldet im Grundsatz nur ein Melodie-Instrument. Im Solospiel arbeitet der Musiker einen musikalischen Gedanken aus und entwickelt ihn im Wechselverhältnis von Freiheit und Disziplin.
Indiens Musik war und ist nicht getrennt von anderen Künsten, sondern war immer im Verbund mit Dichtkunst, Malerei und Tanz, wobei sehr häufig Themen aus der episch religiösen Überlieferung dargestellt wurden. https://www.reverbnation.com/gaurashakti/song/22318804-raga-jaunpuri
I asked myself if I´m associating self-destructive habits without realizing it. Our culture has a bad habit of glorifying addiction and depression in musicians, but while many incredible musicians throughout history made music while living through the unhealthiest of lifestyles, it doesn’t mean repeating their bad habits will make you someone worth remembering. Only making and performing impactful music can do that. http://blog.reverbnation.com/2018/02/13/healthy-habits-will-make-better-musician/?utm_source=newsletter&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=an-2018-02-14-healthy-habits
It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness of pain: of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature and everlasting beauty of monotony.
And as the mind is pitch'd the ear is pleased With melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies. Most people use music as a couch; they want to be pillowed on it, relaxed and consoled for the stress of daily living. But serious music was never meant to be soporific. Music was an art, an unique piece. Music was forever; should grow and mature with you, following you right on up until you die. In recent times when it was easily beeing reproduced and was heard nearby, it became a product of consume, sometime enjoyed once and then forgotten. But still music melts all the separate parts of our bodies together, if You can hear that the pauses between the notes, that is where the art resides. Beautiful music is the art of the prophets that can calm the agitations of the soul; it is one of the most magnificent and delightful presents God has given us.
Mozart has the classic purity of light and the blue ocean; Beethoven the romantic grandeur which belongs to the storms of air and sea, and while the soul of Mozart seems to dwell on the ethereal peaks of Olympus, that of Beethoven climbs shuddering the storm-beaten sides of a Sinai. Blessed be they both! Each represents a moment of the ideal life, each does us good. Our love is due to both. When Mozart was composing at the end of the eighteenth century, the city of Vienna was so quiet that fire alarms could be given verbally, by a shouting watchman mounted on top of St. Stefan's Cathedral. In twentieth-century society, the noise level is such that it keeps knocking our bodies out of tune and out of their natural rhythms. This ever-increasing assault of sound upon our ears, minds, and bodies adds to the stress load of civilized beings trying to live in a highly complex environment. We are sick with fascination for the useful tools of names and numbers, of symbols, signs, conceptions and ideas. Meditation is therefore the art of suspending verbal and symbolic thinking for a time, somewhat as a courteous audience will stop talking when a concert is about to begin.
Today, music heralds... the establishment of a society of repetition in which nothing will happen anymore. A verbal art like poetry is reflective; it stops to think. Music is immediate, it goes on to become. Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life. It is only by introducing the young to great literature, drama and music, and to the excitement of great science that we open to them the possibilities that lie within the human spirit -- enable them to see visions and dream dreams.
Where words fail, music speaks. Play the music, not the instrument. Truly to sing, that is a different breath. Music is the fourth great material want, first food, then clothes, then shelter, then music. I am fond of music I think because it is so amoral. Everything else is moral and I am after something that isn't. I have always found moralizing intolerable.
I think music in itself is healing. It's an explosive expression of humanity. It's something we are all touched by. No matter what culture we're from, everyone loves music. Music should strike fire from the heart of man, and bring tears form the eyes of woman. Music is the mediator between the spiritual and the sensual life.
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Music is a language understood by all and everywhere. May be that in one or the other we feel strange. By learning we understand the true nature of all beings. With music we reach the inner feelings of compassion and love. The musician should be able to control emotional evolvement like anger and rage, desperation and fear.