Something in my recent experience, probably watching border troubles in Ireland grow with Brexit, listening to Celtic music and reading about Irish history, triggered an old song memory, ‘The Rising of the Moon’ by Peter, Paul and Mary about the 1898 Irish rebellion. You know how that goes—the song comes into your mind and rings there for days. It is still there. I used to own every album they made before someone stole some out of my dorm room. I did not have many on my ipod so I ordered a CD collection to provide material for memory lane and this is what I remembered.
I was 11 or 12 years old living on Minot Air Force Base in North Dakota when Peter, Paul and Mary hit the radio waves with ‘Lemon Tree’ and ‘If I Had a Hammer’, and I liked this music a lot, especially the latter song. The more I heard, the more I loved it. One Sunday after church (my parents found a Southern Baptist church even in North Dakota) we had some younger airmen over for Sunday dinner. When I talked about PP&M, one of my favorite airmen spoke up with great disdain, saying they were ‘beatniks’. Now in my family, nuclear and extended, in the Air Force community in the early 60s, and in our church, calling someone a beatnik was a serious deal. The only people lower than beatniks either resided in the Soviet Union (or behind the Iron Curtain), Cuba, or were agitating in this country for civil rights (which many in my orbit thought was a communist plot as well—is this oh too familiar these days). I listened as everyone trashed beatniks and wondered how such horrible people could make such astounding, beautiful and moral music. I seriously doubted that they were really beatniks.
Then a few weeks later I had saved up my paper route money and bought their first album. Yes, there they were on the cover, clearly beatniks. I did not doubt them or their music. I did question the wisdom being transmitted to me by the adults in my life. Clearly they were wrong. These beatniks were decent people and that implied that many of the ‘others’ were decent as well. I began to pay attention to a wider reality and the local cultural transmission of orthodoxy failed. I learned about cultural alternatives and you can guess what ensued after that.
Several months ago I posted about the role of art in cultural change using the musical ‘South Pacific’ as an example. (See post 3/6/18: ‘art and cultural shifts’). Recall that Rogers and Hammerstein included in their play the issue of interracial marriage between Asians and Europeans/Americans, and that was controversial in its day, especially the song about how youngsters are taught to hate. That play and other artworks contributed to the cultural change to where interracial relationships were acceptable. The movie of the musical came out in 1958; the Supreme Court ruled that laws forbidding miscegenation were unconstitutional in the 1967 Loving case.
Now I remember a time when my culture was teaching me to condemn others who were different in some ways but their music was both beautiful and morally upright. The songs triumphed again, an indecent cultural transmission was disrupted, and I started on a journey to understand and accept the ‘others’ and to advance with skepticism wherever I went.
Art for me is a buoy of illumination marking special places in the cultural landscape. In our evolution our mental abilities grew from cogitating about the concrete and immediate through the ponderings about past and future events to imaginative creations that no one will ever see ‘for real’. In a sense these are dream materials and art operates to help us to dream the same dream in time together. When we dance and make music we join in riding the time wave rolling into the future. When we view a painting, walk around a statue, or sit in an architecturally beautiful space, we experience art as time rolls on by us. In both sorts of art (I will call them ‘performative’, i.e., we move in time, and ‘artifactual’, i.e., time moves as we are still) we share the subjective visions and motions that can bind us together as humans. We do have to be careful about what cultural tropes we admit into our world if we want to improve ourselves and the human condition. Remember and consider the difference between art and propaganda. Oh, and be skeptical. Well, time to travel on.