
A glutton for punishment, I am returning to the subject of music at meetings. Just because I failed once to explain how engaging all senses makes events memorable, doesn't mean I can just let it go. So here's an even more obscure take on the subject.
Music and the arts have been both a backdrop and a counterpoint at the first two Vine Conferences, but this year's program fully integrated the arts into the experience by being created in the moment. Improvisation was both a subtext on a theme of innovation and experimentation as well as a demonstration of creativity.
On the opening evening, pianist Michael Jones and cellist Stephanie Winters teamed up for the first time, channeling each other and the audience, to create music. We were not allowed to applaud, and that proved the most difficult part of the experience. Both musicians, however, stayed on for the next two days, participating in discussions, and resurfacing at the close with an even more remarkable musical contribution.
I can't explain it, but it felt like we as a group were the instrument, reverberating with what we had created as a group and expressed, especially by the cellist Stephanie Winters, in their final performance. The musicians had tried to tell us how we fed them while on stage, but words only approximated what we all could finally sense at the end, the sound swamping you like a deeply resonant sonar. It's how I imagine schools of fish or pods of whales must communicate.
Okay I am not a fanciful person nor do I listen to whale songs, so how can I account for this response? And where do I note it on my meeting evaluation form? Can't you just see the survey check box choices ranging from "Left me dead inside" to "Connected me to the universe?" All I can say is that at this conference, music and poetry and film were not entertainment. All provided transportation to meaning-- without rhetoric.
Anyhoo, I am grateful that Greg Fuson had the foresight to provide us not only with the latest CDs from Michael and Stephanie, but also a copy of Musicophilia by Oliver Sacks. Although I am a long time fan of Sacks, I had not yet read Musicophilia, and I am still working on it. I hope his stories provide a way to engage those tone deaf to music's power and language, but open to redefining ways of creating shared meaning.
Alternatively, you could just skip music and host iPod dance parties where everyone listens to their own music but dance together in the space you provide.
"Me We" Muhammed Ali