- Communication
- Concentration
- Confidence
- Controlling Energy
- Harnessing Emotions
- Inquisitive Minds
- Memory
My first question is, who decided which particular piece of music improved which functions? Was there a control group of babies who were given concentration and memory tasks while listening to Vanilla Ice or Clay Aiken? I'm not sure I want to know what the 'confidence' control group had to listen to. And it occurs to me that if you want a child to 'harness emotions' or 'control energy' you'd give him something that would stir up a mosh pit. Get those emotions all harnessed in a big ol' circle. You can even surround it with baby fencing to give them the total concert experience. And since they lack the balance and muscle tone to crowd surf you don't have to worry about anyone getting dropped on his head.
Don't get me wrong. I wish this worked. More so, I wish it worked for adults. If only music could be piped into public places that would encourage people to balance budgets, to pick up litter, maybe a 'Mozart for Considerate Behavior'. No more leaving a mouthful of scorched coffee in the office pot or two squares of toilet paper on the roll. Amid the swell of strings and the silvery piping of flutes people would share taxicabs, use phrases like, "Please," "After you," and "Thank you." Bloodless coups could be a mere Violin Concerto in D Major away.
What role has music played in my development into a passable-if-satisfactory human? I developed a fondness for classical music in my teens courtesy of WFLN, the now-defunct classical station in Philadelphia. Far too late to hone my hormone-addled brain. My earliest music memories are more of the Top 40 radio variety. I was one of those kids that sang songs word for word LONG before I had any understanding whatsoever of WHAT I was singing about. Here are a few of my formative 'concertos'. Do treat yourself to the videos, there are many golden 'What the...." moments here.
Believe it; I was 'git cha git cha ya ya da da'-ing all the way to afternoon Kindergarten. I figured out what this song was talking about roughly 23 years later. I have no explanation for the outfits. I guess my Mozart effect lesson here was, er, Effective Merchandising'.
My mother tells me I knew every word to this song when I was four. The only explanation I can offer is that it was probably on the radio ten times a day. It mentioned trains and I always associated it with my father's commute into Philadelphia for his manager job at Grant's. Mozart effect lesson: Dealing with 'The Man'.
Now if I could just find that Mozart for Housecleaning and Organization album.....I'll be all set.
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I especially like the "Mozart for Considerate People" idea! I'm moving into the period requiring a need for "Mozart for Considerate Tourists who can absorb the values and behavior of the natives" concerto!!
"I usually use these house-to-myself opportunities to blast show tunes, which I sing at the top of my lungs."
I'm officially in love with you right now!
*goes back to read the rest of your post*
"Believe it; I was 'git cha git cha ya ya da da'-ing all the way to afternoon Kindergarten."
That's it. You have to be my new best friend!
Aunt Carol: And we both know the subtitle for that would be 'Adagio for the Commonwealth of Massachusetts'. ;)
Meleah: Oh, you have no idea how many times my dishes were washed not so much by hand, but by 'Chicago'. Though because my next door neighbors are good Christian folks with small children I have to temporarily retire 'Hair' and 'Avenue Q' once the windows are open all the time.
I can do a mean "Rent" while I clean house. Or "Wicked". Sigh. I love showtunes.
When we speak of songs you sang word for word as a child, even though you didn't get the words, for me it will always be "Greased Lightning". I knew that song backwards and forwards and loved it. And never knew until I was about 10 years old just how dirty it was. Good times.
And Helen Reddy rocks. Loved her. Soundtrack of my 5-10 years.
:-)
Was Angie Baby not just the creepiest song ever? :-) I rmemeber hearing that as a child and thinking What?! What just happened there?!
Pearl
Lin: Housecleaning is the only time I attempt 'Seasons of Love'. (an aside. I used to belong to a women's chorus...an ensemble of the most wonderful yet unfunky women you can imagine. We did that song. It was painful)
Deb: I KNOW! I remember listening to that song thinking, "The chicks'll WHAT? I don't get it." The whole message of the movie is kind of disturbing if you unpack it.
Pearl: There were so many songs like that in the 70s. Remember 'Run Joey Run'? Good lord. Its like someone was making story songs out of 911 calls.
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