Once in awhile you get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look it right
Robert HunterRead
If you can even manage to tell exactly what a song is about, all you do is put that song in a box forever, and it loses its evocative power.
Interpretation
Understanding a song too literally restricts its emotional depth.
Robert Hunter argues that if one attempts to define the meaning of a song too precisely, they inadvertently limit its creative essence and emotional impact. Art, particularly music, thrives on interpretation and personal connection, and boxing it into a definitive explanation can diminish its evocative power.
In practice
During a music appreciation class while discussing the depth of lyrical interpretations.
Once in awhile you get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look it right
When it seems like the night will last forever,_x000D_ _x000D_ And there's nothing left to do but count the years, _x000D_ _x000D_ When the strings of my harp to sever, _x000D_ _x000D_ And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears... _x000D_ _x000D_ I will walk alone by the black muddy river, _x000D_ _x000D_ And dream me a dream of my own, _x000D_ _x000D_ I will walk alone by the black muddy river,_x000D_ _x000D_ And sing me a song of my own.
River gonna take me, Sing me sweet and sleepy,_x000D_ _x000D_ Sing me sweet and sleepy all the way back home, _x000D_ _x000D_ It's a far gone lullaby sung many years ago_x000D_ _x000D_ Mama, Mama, many worlds I've come since I first left home
Everything you cherish_x000D_ _x000D_ Throws you over in the end_x000D_ _x000D_ Thorns will grab your ankles_x000D_ _x000D_ From the gardens that you tend.
All I know is when I start getting serious about songwriting... it's like a playground. All responsibilities slip away and you're with your essence. There can be delight there and self-discovery. You can dance there... I think of it as my serious playground.
I'm fairly certain when I die that the obituary will say, 'Author of 'Angels in America' dies.' Unless I'm completely forgotten, and then it won't say anything at all.
... The 'cleverness' syndrome has taken the place of melody. It's like everyone has come down with this terrible disease in jazz....you are always expected to do your own material, which is a strange thing to do if you're a poor composer but a great player.
The language of art is celestial in origin and can only be understood by the chosen.
In Bach, the vital cells of music are united as the world is in God.
I don't know if music can change the world overnight but I know that music can help someone make it through a difficult night.
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