My Music Flows


John L. Waters


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My Music Flows


Copyright 2000 by John L. Waters.

All Rights Reserved.


John L. Waters


May 15, 2000


When I am feeling inspired, music flows out of me like water

flowing out of a hole in the rain-soaked mountainside.


Making music is as natural to me as singing is to the wild bird.

But I have to have a fine musical instrument and I can't be

bothered by the loud barking of a dog or the loud honking of

horns or the loud yelling of children in the yard next door.


When I listen to a record of my music playing it is like I am

sitting beside a waterfall or it is like I am sitting at the

beach listening to the waves. The music puts me into a serene

state, and I can spend hours just making colorful art or I can

spend hours just writing what comes to mind. This is the

inspired state.


These days there is a great deal of noise and other pollution.

This pollution has a negative effect. Loud explosive noises like

yelling children and barking dogs make it impossible for me to

feel relaxed and inspired. Something within me withdraws and

hides. There is no way for me to get it back.


A beautiful melody is good for all time. But only when a person

is really inspired can he get a beautiful melody.


Some people say that beauty is just relative. What sounds

beautiful to one person may repel another, they say. What looks

attractive to one person looks ugly to another person. But a

fragrant rose garden in full bloom is attractive to many people.

Put a bunch of noisy kids or barking dogs there and the people

will leave. The unpleasantness will drive them away. So beauty

and attractive isn't just all relative.


There's a quarrel between the people who don't mind a lot of

noise and other pollution as long as it makes them rich. But

then when you go find where the rich people live, you will find

that they live in those idyllic places where there is no loud and

polluting industry. And they have whole private beaches to

themselves.


So there really isn't any quarrel at all. The rich people just

don't mind making other people suffer. That is the basic issue.


Of course there are lots of poor people who don't really care

about other people either. Like you can probably think of some

person who just lets his kids yell and scream all they want. And

he lets his dogs bark as loud and as long as they want, without a

care. And you can bet he lives in a run-down house or in a

trailer park. Poor white trash. Do you know what I mean?


Meanwhile the rich people and the poor people flock into the

Church on Sunday and hear talk about "love your neighbor as

thyself" and all that crap. And the churches have been dishing

this out for centuries. But still there is this worsening noise

pollution and this worsening air pollution. The trouble is that

there are so many people these days and so many of them are just

inconsiderate and noisy.


When I am fortunate, there's not a lot of neighbor noise here and

I can go into my living room and turn on my cassette recorder and

my musical keyboard and just go off into the reverie of my music

flow. Then later I can sit at my kitchen table and listen to my

music flow. This puts me into a state of mine where I can sit

and type for hours. But when the dogs are barking and the kids

are yelling I just can't get into that zone. The process which

inspires me then is terminated.


Now I realize that the people next door value their children and

their dogs a lot more than they value my writings and my music.

The people next door do not love me and fondle me, but they do

love and fondle their dogs and their children. So if these

fondlings sometimes make a horrific racket, the neighbors don't

really mind too much. After all, I do not give my neighbors the

pleasure that they get from fondling a child or an animal pet.

And so if I complain about the noise pollution in this

neighborhood I am perceived as a crotchety old meanie. And my

own rapture in being inspired just never comes up.


It's true that the pleasure which people get from interacting

with fond pets and fond children is well-nigh universal. And if

pets and children are so controlled that they don't feel they can

ever be noisy then these same pets and children may not ever

really feel very frolicksome and friendly. And so someone like

me, who is very sensitive to sound, must either be rich enough to

live in some especially quiet place where he can work in peace,

or he must suffer and lose a great deal of time and

productivity.


This sensitivity to sound is a very basic part of me. It is this

sensitivity to sound which inspires me when I sit and play new

music and when I sit and listen to the music playing and type as

I am typing now. It is the sound of the music which sends me

into that zone of creativity. And when there is a lot of noise I

don't feel that way. I feel uncomfortable and want to get away

from the noise.


It just happens that I live next to a mobile home park and there

are twenty-three mobile homes on five acres. There is a rule

about loud dogs but the rule isn't really enforced. And on some

days the loud barking goes on intermittently for hours and I just

can't enjoy being outside. This is an imposition on me, but it's

hard for me to get any relief from the noise. I guess I just

don't know how to seem threatening to people. I guess that is

the basic problem.


To get away from this intimidating neighborhood situation I have

been able to go back to college studies. I've been attending the

university on their over sixty program which costs only six

dollars a semester. I can take as many units as I want. And I

took three units this last semester. That kept me busy with my

research, my writing, and my taking care of the property here.

And so I am at home on some days and I am gone into town on some

days. And so I'm not totally at the mercy of the noisy dogs and

the other neighborhood intrusions.


Of course when I'm gone I can't get as inspired as I get here

when I am just making music and feeling inspired at the keyboard

or at the word processor.


But what's the use of being inspired if the products of my

inspiration aren't enjoyed and appreciated by other people? This

is a question which people might ask.


I have found that inspiration is actually a healing process.

That is, in our society there is so much pollution and so much

noise, that some people are actually made ill by this pollution.

and of course the more hardy persons aren't made ill by this

pollution. But in my own case, I was made ill by a lot of noise

and other pollution and I managed to heal myself here in this

location. Of course I had to wander off and visit many more

quiet places.


So this is what inspiration has done for me. And I continue to

be inspired from time to time and I continue to produce inspired

works. These inspired works are works I produce while I feel

inspired. And my music flow is very central to this feeling of

being inspired. From the instrument making beautiful music which

fills the silence with beautiful music I derive the sense of

being inspired. Later I play this recorded music back and it

fills the air with beautiful sounds and this enraptures me. And

as I am enraptured I fill empty canvases with color and I fill

empty pages with wordiness.


Due to the expense of art materials, however, I've not done much

painting for over twenty years.


So today, for example, I have been sitting for about the last six

hours, listening to my music and typing on a word processor. And

during this time Icould easily have painted on ten canvases

costing six dollars apiece, and filled them with colors to make

some abstract paintings. Even if we don't figure the cost of the

paints, that is sixty dollars spent in a day just because I am

inspired. And that makes inspiration a pretty expensive

business! In a month, that is, twenty-eight days, I would spend

more than 1680 dollars. But I only get about seven hundred

dollars a month and so very soon I'd have no money left to make

any paintings. So I might as well just continue writing. I can

write for a month and the writings all fit on a floppy disk which

costs me about fifty cents.

This is the economics of a poor man.


Certain hobbies, like certain occupations, take quite a bit of

money to get started. To make a living as an artist, you have to

learn how to paint, and that consumes a great deal of time as

well as a great deal of materials. When a family is poor, they

don't have a lot of money to spend on art supplies for their

kids. And when parents don't support the schools, then the

schools don't have much money to spend on art materials. And so

what is to become of a child who has a talent in art, if his

parents are poor? The talent will be masked or lost.


Of course to a lot of people, a talent in art isn't valuable like

a talent in business or a talent in social relations or

communication. And so here I sit, at a word processor,

demonstrating some talent in communications. The reason I can

write this well is because I spent twenty years going to school

and every day I had to listen, or talk, or read, or write, and

usually I had to do all these things. And twenty years is a long

time. But suppose my talent was in art, more than in listening,

talking, reading, and writing? Then a hard-thinking, business-

type person would be aghast at the waste of money!


You can just see him standing there dumbfounded at the stupidity

of the old system, as he keeps on smacking his brow with his

fist, as he contemplates the atrocious waste of public money.

But I'm sixty years old now, and I can't just start life all over

again.


The thing is, abstract art is just not valued as much as

representational art, and my talent is in abstract art, not

representational art. And I had some art shows here in Humboldt

County in 1978 and 1979 and no one offered to buy any of my art.

I did have a local man offer to act as my agent and take some of

my paintings down to a gallery in San Francisco. But I wasn't

ready at that time. I was still pretty schizophrenic in 1980.


Yes, and that brings up my research on schizophrenia. I just

grew up being quite a good observer. And I notices the way

children were, and some of the children were more ordinary, more

popular, and more typical, and the odd children tended to be more

likely to develop schizophrenia later. It is a classic case of

which came first, the chicken or the egg? Is the person odd

because he is mentally ill or does he become mentally ill because

he is just not ordinary and life for him is more stressful

because people just don't understand him?


I have had to be thrifty with money and with other goods. So for

example recently, rather than panicking and buying some

insecticide for twenty-five dollars a gallon and spraying the

stuff on myself and probably poisoning myself to death, I have

elected to use log and shake oil which costs about three dollars

a gallon, and besides I have about twenty gallos of the stuff on

hand already. And rather than paying some kid five dollars an

hour to slather it on I am going out and doing the job myself.

In this way I've been able to hang on here and live in a nice

environment except for the neighbor noise. But it's better than

living in a three-room apartment in a lower-middle class part of

Hollywood where drive-by shootings aren't rare and where radios

blare all night and where prostitution and drugs are common

businesses.


Poverty is at work all the time, sucking talented people down

into whirlpools of despair.


Schools compound the problem by forcing all the talented children

to focus upon the same subjects, no matter where their talents

lie.


This short message should be trumpeted by hosts of angels from

the skies of every major city. But of course there really aren't

any such angels. There are only the big commercial publishers.

They pick and choose whom they will take under their wings and

promote. And they just didn't choose me.


Now when you think of school as a kind of business, you see the

schools spending so much time, talent, and money training all

these children to be writers. But of all these children who are

trained in school to be writer, how many are going to make their

living by writing? How many of your own classmates went out into

the world and managed to make a living by writing? And so why do

the schools focus so on teaching children to read and write?


Somehow, if a young person has a certain talent, the certain

talent in the young person needs to be addressed, defined,

cultivated, educated, and given lots of practice. Otherwise, how

is the young person raised in poverty ever going to get out of

poverty?


You can force a child to go to school, and keep the person in

school for twenty years, but if the person's talent isn't really

in reading, writing, listening, and speaking, then your

investment in him as a scholar is really not a good one. It

would have been much smarter if you had taken time when he was

little, and determined what his major talent was. Because when a

person has a facility in music and a facility in art, these

facilities take a lot of brain development and a lot of brain

energy. And it really is hard to re-educate, re-condition, and

re-develop the brain of a man! And the conversion always begins

as a psychotic breakdown, that is an acute schizophrenic episode.


I've known quite a number of adults who are at some stage after

having experienced an acute schizophrenic episode. Each person

relates essentially the same sad tale of having family,

community, and school expect a certain talent to be in them but

their real talent was in a totally different realm of activity.

And you yourself know how expensive art materials are. So what

is to become of the children whose talent is in art, but the

schools just don't have money to teach those children whose main

talent is in art. Is economic and social shortsightedness

producing a plague of psychotic wastrels? How many non-

productive adults today are just persons who as children had

really great talent but it was a talent in something other than

reading, writing, cyphering, talking, and listening?


One man stands before the philistine giant Goliath. From the

man's sling flies a stone with these words written all over it.

But the giant has already fallen. The whole social system is

flawed. To save humanity from folly, there is only one

answer. That answer is "talent". Communities must really care

about educating the children whose talents are great, even if

these talents aren't in reading, writing, listening, and talking.

Politics is not enough and the American Founding Fathers didn't

have the whole answer under their Puritan hats.


5:22PM Monday, May 15, 2000


John L. Waters


johnlwaters@yahoo.com


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