Change is strange, but never a stranger

by Ryan O. Murphey

I have always been fascinated by change and strangers. My mom told me not to talk to them, and I hated when new things happened. Remember the new “Star Wars” movies? Oh, the blasphemy….I wonder if when my mother comforted me as a child by telling me that the Beatles and Van Gogh would always be popular, that I actually started to fear change the most. I put on my Beatles records the day Lennon was assassinated and somehow it made me feel better to look at that large cover with the Fab Four in black turtlenecks and pointy-toed boots and suits with no collars in glorious monochrome. Don McLean so beautifully compartmentalized the tragedy of the misunderstood, deranged painter so gorgeously that I forgot to weep, even though mom would every time it played on the eight track.

The paradox of change lies in the fact that while necessary to survive, our childhood brains are programmed by nature to avoid it to survive. Babies love repetition; it helps their brains develop patterns, and patterns help build foundations for cognitive glory. If you’ve never seen the dancing bear on “Teletubbies,” it’s no joke! The reason things like Bach and B.B. King’s blues still resonate even today aren’t because they are dead and famous. In this fragmented digital present that seems oddly pre-destined to disconnect us from other humans by superficializing every human interaction, or at least taking away the fear of its immediacy, many things curiously resonate larger than ever and they aren’t just “meta.” Or perhaps meta is something more “meta” than we actually want to admit. I will call it the “super-meta.”

My issue with a digital interaction is that it only works one way. Either you are typing with thumbs or someone else is, and you can manage the time and space between the two however you wish. Even “face-time” (why must we be obsessed with names or things that have a face in them, just saying, Facebook?) has an element of control and an editing power that real-time three dimensional interactions do not. When I try to play fiddle tunes with my digital bandmate in Oregon, we can’t hear or see everything that’s actually happening in that space and therefore the signal gets compressed or thrown offline (unless you buy the expensive version). But seriously folks, I am no Luddite. Oddly, I am writing this hoping that you will be reading it on a digital blog, but that experience will be no different than it was on paper. Think about it–it is still static–it will not change if you click away from it because you are distracted by a text message or advertisement, and this is no different than it was or is when you are reading a paper book and your kids interrupt you to find the Wii remote.

Yes, at times it does seem that we are living in strange times, but I assure you they are no stranger than they ever were. Perhaps you are a Talking Heads fan and you may remember that life on planet earth is the “same as it ever was,” or never was, depending on your perspective, in many respects. If you don’t know about David Byrne and co., well you can go to the You Tube or better yet, get a record player and buy it on vinyl–David would surely appreciate a few cents back in his pocket after Spotify has managed to rip him off along with countless other of our musical heroes and villains!

All of this is leading me back to my original point (I swear), which is to say that change is simultaneously natural, necessary, exhilarating, terrifying, stifling, and frustrating. Sometimes I wish I were a history teacher when scouring Facebook and tiring of the rainbows and Confederate flags. It’s as is if everyone has forgotten the basic rule of evolution and religion: change, or die trying not to. If you are religiously inclined, your history teacher hopefully mentioned Henry VIII and his somewhat accidental fragmentation of the Catholic Church that was either necessary or blasphemous depending on your point of view (If you haven’t heard this, watch “The Tudors” on Netflix. Johnathan Rhys-Meyers goes “all-in” as the Henry that should have been). Or perhaps if you are more of the science bent, you may favor Einstein’s famous letter to Truman begging him not to drop the bomb after helping to create it! I love this kind of stuff, but it’s surely scary for conservative Christians and retro-liberals who probably never thought civil rights would extent past the issue of race. But the truth is folks, as I have often quoted myself, “There’s more truth in fiction,” and yes, the truth “is” stranger than fiction because the truth is fiction. Ok, this is a paradox, a play on words, a double entendre, not an oxymoron (I love those too), and I know this because I teach the greatest subject of all besides music, Language Arts, even though most would say I am being replaced by STEM, You Tube, books on tape, movies, Common Core, and whatever, or whoever else; however, the truth of a fictional character can’t be digitized or captured on video, or quantified into useable data because fiction is both static and malleable. It actually demonstrates the covert if fifth-dimensional thinking. It is intellectual Mercury. A story, unlike a song, can be stopped or started by the reader in real time at any point on any “page” and still keep moving in his or her mind at any pace, regardless of the author’s tempo (Joyce demonstrates this best for all of you brave souls who have even glanced at Ulysses). A song requires time to exist, but not words. Words can be stared at like a painting and still move you by their forms. A novel like The Catcher in the Rye or 1984 can be read one way by baby boomers and another way by millennials and both interpretations are correct…So many great novels are timeless because they are new and old at the same time and therefore more true than any history.

If you apply this concept to your actual career, or for me life, as a teacher/artist (yes, all teachers are artists), you will stop worrying about standardized testing, evaluations, technology in the classroom, or any other of the latest techniques touted by pedagogues, or you will worry about it even more! The point is, change will happen. It happened to me and I was afraid. I have worked for ten years in the same urban high school with the same devastating stories that you’ve seen on “The Wire” or heard or read about at some point in the forefront or fringes your life. There are great things about challenging, poverty stricken environments as well as horrible things. For one, you can actually “change” a kid’s life every day. That’s truly amazing, and the universe can never take that away from you. You can also get so stressed out from all the poverty factors that are daily manifested in forms of fear, pressure, insanity, insouciance, and learned helplessness. My unexpected demon finally reared its head this year in the form of stress that I didn’t ask for but probably caused myself to awaken by repressing feelings of being overwhelmed and generally depressed under the guise of a red cape and cross I had fashioned as some kind of superhuman savior of hard-luck teens at-risk. What my doctor and I realized was that I was the one at risk with a blood pressure reading of 190/110. Yeah, that was a difficult day. I knew I had to change-up…I thought I would never leave the war on intellectual terror being quietly waged by synapse soldiers like myself every day. Ultimately, it was my family and close friends that urged me to get out. Thank the universe for them.

It was really hard to leave my post knowing that plenty of other brains would fall victim to our helplessly broken and beyond repair public educational system as I moved on to the more peaceful pastures of a magnet school. Yes, there was guilt, then emotional detox, and finally acceptance that perhaps it’s alright that I left and the hope that some other poor and naive soul will proudly take up my flag for that same noble, yet mostly fruitless cause.

Today, watching all the posts and rainbows flash before my iPad, it really hit me though. My battle is eternal. Next year, there will be a new theater of war in a different kind of mind, the intellectually empowered. How will I keep their need for intellectual stimulation fed while constantly barraged by banality on every device? How will I combat the entitlement of wealth or the zealotry of well-meaning, yet over-involved parents? It will be different, but yet the same.

Change your tune!

Change your tune!

I listened to Chris Thile, mandolin genius, today on You Tube, again. He was wearing blue jeans, alone with legs crossed in a hotel on tour, playing Bach’s violin Partita in E major. Then I found a video of Nathan Milstein playing the same piece in a coat and tails, alone on stage, in black and white with carefully placed silhouetted statues. I was struck by the immediate brilliancy and variance of each performer. One was blown glass-like, fragile, yet cascading, Lloyd-Wrightesque, relaxed and lighting fast, fluid–a hummingbird stopping for a brief second at a feeder to fill its lithe body with sugar water. The latter was studied, erect, dignified, with sudden stops and starts and elegant dynamics which spoke of East Egg pseudo-royalty, or Greco-Roman pantheon-like columns–a lioness studying its victim respectfully before a sudden and beautifully terrorizing slaughter. Either way, I can assure you beyond all reasonable doubt that Bach did NOT intend his piece to be played “that way” and yet both are flawlessly, perfectly, beautifully flawed in every way.

In this same way is our existence and the characters of fiction that I will excitedly revisit with trepidation each year. They, like the eternal hope of our souls can never die. That is both reassuring and haunting…That is the truth of fiction. That is the truth of change. That is the law of life. Your world will change and you will be changed by it, yet some things, like Bach, the Beatles, Shakespeare, Jay Gatsby and Jane Eyre will always be there for you to revisit. So is the course of our brief time in this terrestrial plane. I say spend it wisely, or unwisely (for some wasted time ends up being extremely valuable), and don’t be afraid to converse with a stranger. That is what I now know (sorry mom) and am meant to ultimately face–the strangeness, or strangers of change.

Obama was elected like so many other former politicians on the platform of change and hope–we humans are so delusional to now reject these natural impulses, or think of them as new at the time of an election or major legal decision. Speaking of delusions, I think I’m going to go and learn that Bach partita myself, I mean, how hard could it be? There’s an app for that, right? Or, I could buy the recording on vinyl. Either way, the notes will be waiting for me to “read” them and any way I or you choose to “play” this game of life in any given moment, or millennium will always and never, change.

One thought on “Change is strange, but never a stranger

  1. Ryan, nice and thought provoking. I like your wholistic approach using your wide variety of skills and interests to punctuate your views – makes the concepts rich and full bodied, like complex French cuisine or buxom Italian fare! I don’t think I’ve ever learned a “partita” even after 16 years of piano study but it is a string instrument, is it not? I love Bach, so his did I miss his partita? 🙌

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s