Our story begins with the beautiful musical sounds of the world driven from their instruments by the onset of a mechanical age no-one predicted, nor expected. An awful time when rough toned noise crept remorselessly through every doorway, every window, polluting every passageway and quiet place until silence abandoned the people to their plight and was gone.
With the passing of ages into centuries the population of Middleseton dwindled. Some, a handful at most had seen remnants of books, torn pages alive with mute pictures of dancers pirouetting to something unimaginable.
And even now, when all was nearly over they continued to dream, to believe in music. A dream no-one had ever heard.
Ting is a small sound, a sound hardly used. In the
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Without them Middleseton as a town, as an entity had no claim to its place on the map.
When all was finally lost, the musical Sounds abandoned their daily practice, rehearsals and performances, slipping away from their instruments not knowing when the world would hear their music again.
No more vibrating with strings or disturbing the air through holes drilled in pipes. No Sounds sang children to sleep, nor lead them marching through life's tapestry, clapping in time to their favourite tune, happy or sad.
Ting was struggling, his natural instincts for survival were fading, he was losing the resolve to fight on. An overwhelming feeling to sit on the ground, to wait for the last chord to sound was getting harder to resist.
Weighed down with angry emotions and unthinkable thoughts Ting, not looking where he was going stumbled down into a dark cavernous hole; a protected place shrouded in darkness where neither noise, nor rain was welcome.
Ting scrambled to his feet. "Where am I?"
A small glimmer of light, barely shining through the gloom brought a little comfort to Ting. It was a faint glow of hope that crept in with Ting, when inadvertently he dislodging a flagstone with the palms of his hands and fell forward.
A rough edged tunnel snapped open. Ting tried to regain his balance, instead, he tumbled down a long, stone stairway coming to rest in a dark place where he peered with wide open eyes but saw
For the first time the love for music in some formed shields the boys. Beah and his friends left their village, Mogbwemo, to travel to one of the neighboring villages, Mattru Jong, to participate in their talent show. The next day after arriving in Mattru Jong, Beah and his friends heard the news that the rebels attacked Mogbwemo. If Beah and his friends hadn 't left for the talent show, they would have been there when the rebels arrived, and most likely would have been captured or killed, with little chance of escaping. Music had protected the boys and helped them survive. The dark thoughts that came
In conclusion, throughout Beah emotional journey one key component is music for the survival, loneliness, and rehabilitation of Beah. Without music Beah most likely would have returned to the front lines of the war. Music helped Beah survive the early stages of his journey. Without music, Beah would have fallen prey to the dark thoughts of the war sooner. Without his family and music, Beah hit the lowest point, but it became a beacon pulling Beah from a dark place. Music gave Beah connections to new friends and relatives, even though it brought sad memories of his previous life. Beah love for music was a key component for his survival of those horrible experiences and most likely to this date it still is. (Beah, 2007, p. 5-218)
As the distance between him and the earth lessened, he became overwhelmed as he tried to think of all the people in his life he’d never see again: his fiancée, his mother and father, his brother whom he hadn’t spoken to in over three years. A lump of sadness burned his throat at this, but was quickly overshadowed by the looping image of seeing himself smash into the earth. He was also aware that he’d wet himself.
In the book “A Long Way Gone” music plays a role as a healer and a saviour.
He opened the broad oaken door into absolute darkness and began to walk down the stairs. Suddenly, the hewn leather of his shoes slipped on the tired stone and Brother Malcolm plummeted down the stairs, spiralling downwards, making constant, violent contact with each uneven stone. The sharp crack of the stone striking his back made a grim rhythm for his fall.
was now not used for dancing. Some people believed that this would let the music go
The novel is able to share how music is of great importance and is able to affect people’s moods and thoughts.
To begin, music exhibits serenity to the most timid of people in times of distraught. In The
As a child I frequently made up little songs, and there seemed to be a constant stream of music in my head. I could see myself in the children she was observing and like them I didn’t have a framework for my experience – it was just my life. Whether it was singing while playing, tapping out some rhythm, singing at the top of my lungs to a favorite song, or goosebumps from hearing “Hall of the Mountain King”, it all felt familiar and warming. It has also made me aware of the musicking I continue to make every day in small ways here and
Then Jerry looks up and sees that the source of light is not the end of the tunnel, but only a crack in the rock. Hopeful terms are used to describe the break in the stone. “Sunlight,” typically associated with warmth, life, and comfort, falls through it, illuminating the “clean” rock of the tunnel, and as Jerry gazes he sees a single mussel shell, the only sign on life in the tunnel. Ahead of him is “darkness,” but that is his only way out, although he thinks he has reached “the end of what he could
If they were good, or bad, they still were able to participate in the music industry, however, if for some reason they didn’t, oh well! They moved onto new dreams that may or may not have included some form of continued interest in music. But in today’s society, more is never enough. The dream is going from
despair and remorse pressed on my heart, which nothing could removed… I wandered like an evil spirit,
The average person is exposed to about 5 hours of music a day, but have you ever thought about how music exposure has the ability to bring people back together? During the civil war, nearly everyone’s life was impacted by music, whether they heard it constantly or had family members who played instruments. Music had an effect on everyone living in the era and has a lasting effect on how we live today. Music was an important aspect that affected how people lived during the civil war era.
The changes were subtle yet inexplicably complex. The clarinet, previously an instrument that seemed to me a source of primal noise, soon became a thing of varied beauty. Its accent, sometimes playful, sometimes calm, sometimes impassioned, dreamy or melancholic, like the weakened echo of an echo, is like the indistinct plaintiff moans of the breeze in the woods. There doesn’t exist another musical instrument I know of that possesses this strange resonance.
From watching the video, I believe that music was a diversion for them, it made them feel at peace, when so much bad had happened to them. How would the loss of music impact you? Similar to how Hildegard and her