Often, we view nature as an escape from reality, a place that would offer us peace and quiet because it hides within itself like magic, what we call “beauty”, which is nothing more than an amazing combination of work and intelligence, touched by the Holy Spirit. But nature has its own divergence it has the tranquility of the rustling leaves, the cheerful play of lively squirrels, owl’s hooting, the heavy steps of bear paws and many more. Nay, this has driven to the birth of a new music field: zoo-musicology. Zoo-musicology is the study of the music of animals, animal music or rather the musical aspects of sound or communication produced and received by animals.
Our zoo-musicology has its own difficulties. In this infinite choral brought to us by the festivals of these lovely deaf birds, by the 200 animals with their “divine” jarring voice, the soothing screams of the 300 magical flying birds, of the 400 worms and the raucous voice of these “talented” woodpeckers, it finds it rather difficult and impossible to be oriented.
Even if it cares enough as to initiate the absurd mission of intonating this “poly-noise”, with the good purpose of transforming it into a real polyphony, even an atonal one, it would face quite impossible technical problems. It would have to separate the flapping birds from the screaming ones and later on, to put on a row animals which are predisposed to eat one another. At the end it would have to clip the feathers of many flying poultry in order to make them sit together in front of the microphone, which sadly enough, all that drives it to go through all this mess would be the money ka-ching.
Zoo-musicology would have to teach these birds and animals to learn to listen to the other side of the forest, there where tranquility has been established by culture and where this tranquility has turned into music, with harmonized sounds, with serious and detailed events that barely make it to our deaf ears. The zoo-musicology of our fantasy will have a hard time finding our true nightingales, because they hide in fear and terror of these jarring-voice woodpeckers, and these predatory owls. Sadly the beautiful colorful feathers of these screaming animals cannot be at the same level with their divine voice, what a pity indeed. Especially when they think that they are worth so much more than these despicable true nightingales and swagger like a barnyard rooster displaying the “beauty” of their buzzing.
The owl with its magical hooting looks like is claiming to establish some sort of intonation, but in fact all it is interested in is the noise. It is its own mastery. Above all this, all it is left is the ignorance that showers like rain and the dense fog that prevents you from looking on the other side beyond the forest.
Migratory birds that sit still on a row and that are well educated because they are not planning on staying long, are almost silent and do not wish to become part of this. They stay in flocks, sing their song and fly away without trying to make a difference and influence the music of this forest. Large animals even though they understand the level of disorder they do not interfere. They accept in silence the invasion of their territory. In conclusion what is missing is another factor that has the ability to thing and separate jarring voices from the beautiful sounds that that with its intelligence and ability would have give an example and to set order.
However Opusalb will continue its mission of revealing both sides of the medal, the true beauty of sound and talent and the discordance of our “beautiful screaming forest-choir.”