So, according to the calendar, it's been !!**SPRING**!! for something like 72 hours now, and the social media have been saturated with comments about how it's the end of days, and how this is global warming at its worst, and it seems to be mostly That Guy's fault, and isn't it terrible that places that get snow have to put up with all this.
Come. On.
Climate (which is the big picture - "weather" is what's happening outside your window right now) is a continuum, which is a word that can be used outside of "Star Trek - the Next Generation" episodes. Things change over time. There's isn't a switch somewhere that activates instant lilies, butterflies and bunny rabbits. Things change over time.
And I think that's what we want, or what we should want. I tell my students to examine every conceivable parameter of each piece they perform, and ask themselves if a given parameter is presenting an appropriate amount of variety. You know - the thing that keeps the listener's interest. The spice of life.
In music, the thing that doesn't change is the thing that doesn't get noticed. Dynamics, tessitura, timbre, texture - these are all parameters that must change to be recognized and appreciated.
Which leads me to a elderly woman I met in a clothing store on Coronado Island several years ago who, when hearing I was from Ohio, immediately said, "Oh, our worst weather is better than your best weather." Think about that for a minute. The average temperature on Coronado Island is 70 degrees, and the average rainfall is 10 inches (or as coronadovisitorcenter.com puts it, only 10 inches a year). That's not weather. This is the climatic equivalent of proudly saying, "I've had an ice cream sundae for dinner every day for the last sixty-eight years!" After about 3 weeks, I'd prostitute myself for some clam chowder.
Climate seems to be one of the few parameters in life where it's acceptable, or even desirable, to have bland every day. I don't think I'd want that. I've traveled a lot for business, and been to many places that were enjoying extreme weather conditions while I was there. Everyone seems more alive when the weather is extreme - hot or cold, rain or drought, hurricane or stagnation.
So I think the nattering nabobs of climate negativism are actually craving variety - which is why we'll hear the same complaints in the middle of August. Many studies say that, when global warming/climate change really settles in, the Great Lakes area will have the "best weather" in the country. I'm not sure I would look forward to that. Things change over time. That's how we know we're alive and living.
I can't resist; in the sublime words of Frank Loesser -
Yes, time heals all things, so I needn't cling to this fear - it's merely that spring will be a little late this year.
Come. On.
Climate (which is the big picture - "weather" is what's happening outside your window right now) is a continuum, which is a word that can be used outside of "Star Trek - the Next Generation" episodes. Things change over time. There's isn't a switch somewhere that activates instant lilies, butterflies and bunny rabbits. Things change over time.
And I think that's what we want, or what we should want. I tell my students to examine every conceivable parameter of each piece they perform, and ask themselves if a given parameter is presenting an appropriate amount of variety. You know - the thing that keeps the listener's interest. The spice of life.
In music, the thing that doesn't change is the thing that doesn't get noticed. Dynamics, tessitura, timbre, texture - these are all parameters that must change to be recognized and appreciated.
Which leads me to a elderly woman I met in a clothing store on Coronado Island several years ago who, when hearing I was from Ohio, immediately said, "Oh, our worst weather is better than your best weather." Think about that for a minute. The average temperature on Coronado Island is 70 degrees, and the average rainfall is 10 inches (or as coronadovisitorcenter.com puts it, only 10 inches a year). That's not weather. This is the climatic equivalent of proudly saying, "I've had an ice cream sundae for dinner every day for the last sixty-eight years!" After about 3 weeks, I'd prostitute myself for some clam chowder.
Climate seems to be one of the few parameters in life where it's acceptable, or even desirable, to have bland every day. I don't think I'd want that. I've traveled a lot for business, and been to many places that were enjoying extreme weather conditions while I was there. Everyone seems more alive when the weather is extreme - hot or cold, rain or drought, hurricane or stagnation.
So I think the nattering nabobs of climate negativism are actually craving variety - which is why we'll hear the same complaints in the middle of August. Many studies say that, when global warming/climate change really settles in, the Great Lakes area will have the "best weather" in the country. I'm not sure I would look forward to that. Things change over time. That's how we know we're alive and living.
I can't resist; in the sublime words of Frank Loesser -
Yes, time heals all things, so I needn't cling to this fear - it's merely that spring will be a little late this year.