Music, The Multiverse, and Me

I sometimes fantasize that at the end of my life someone or something will ask me a “so how was it?” question. Maybe something like “What did you like best?” or maybe something more philosophical like “Can you state three truths that you learned in your human life?” Naturally, in my musing I have pondered what my answers might be. One candidate for a “learned truths” answer for me would be that regardless of how marvelously mentally equipped an animal we humans are, we really do not, and cannot, truly “know” anything completely, except maybe just that, namely that we never really get the whole story about anything. But to the extent that I can know something profoundly, approximating a complete and certain truth, it would be how I feel about one of the things I love most about this human adventure ride: music.
As long as I can remember music has had a special place in my life. My mother was a professional singer and my father was a techy-audiophile, so music was a big part of my childhood. Music was also a big part of my family’s lore. My maternal great grandfather was a renowned Italian violinist whose grandfather (my great, great, great, grandfather) was Giovanni Battista, a Franciscan friar that was a leading musician, composer, and music historian of his time, and a mentor to Mozart.
But far more important than the music in my blood I think was the music provided to my young ears by The Beatles. Thanks to them I started playing guitar at 11. In a very real sense they were my music teachers and guides to a wonderfully magical realm. Now, a half a century later, several more instruments, and a whole lot of other “teachers” like Stevie Wonder and Mozart, Pete Townshend and Beethoven, Armand Van Buren and Bach, Springsteen, Stills, Sting, Dylan and many many more, I’m still playin’.
Interestingly, and as if to make sure that I don’t miss that point that music is somehow woven into the fabric of my life’s adventure, many years ago I started to notice that an unusually appropriate, if not seemingly perfect song or other piece of music would always seem to be coincidentally playing somewhere in my environment at times of a personal realization or other pivotally important life moment. I must confess that as crazy as it might sound, it really seems like I have been blessed with a kind of musical sound track accompaniment to the life movie of my human adventure.

Also interesting, I think, is that for me, making money from making music has never been a priority. This has been puzzling to many people I know and frankly somewhat of a mystery for me. I actually love making money and have been quite blessed throughout my life in my ability to do so. And when I have chosen to perform or license my music for fee, I have been able to easily do so. But I suppose for me music has never been a product for me to make and sell. For me it has been a kind of deeply personal magical language that provides me with a sonic means of expression of emotion that I can use to tap into some kind of universal “flow.” And when that flow state comes, for me, well, there is simply nothing better. For me it is something transcendently otherworldly, something sacred, that feels like a spiritual connection to that which is beyond the knowable, to something as indescribably beautiful as nature and existence itself. And so, I suppose on some level I have always felt that what I get from the blessed gift of being able to create music is more than sufficient compensation.

Also interesting, I think, is that for me, making money from making music has never been a priority. This has been puzzling to many people I know and frankly somewhat of a mystery for me. I actually love making money and have been quite blessed throughout my life in my ability to do so. And when I have chosen to perform or license my music for fee, I have been able to easily do so. But I suppose for me music has never been a product for me to make and sell. For me it has been a kind of deeply personal magical language that provides me with a sonic means of expression of emotion that I can use to tap into some kind of universal “flow.” And when that flow state comes, for me, well, there is simply nothing better. For me it is something transcendently otherworldly, something sacred, that feels like a spiritual connection to that which is beyond the knowable, to something as indescribably beautiful as nature and existence itself. And so, I suppose on some level I have always felt that what I get from the blessed gift of being able to create music is more than sufficient compensation.

But now, after the creation of thousands of songs and other pieces of music, I am responding to what feels like a kind of calling to use the music I have made, and continue to make, to help usher in a new age of human enlightenment resulting from our collective awakening to the realization that we exist in a multiverse where every possible reality that can happen does in fact happen, and that we have some, albeit limited, but usable, ability to individually navigate our conscious existence across and to universes of choice.

And so as I endeavor to communicate what I believe is a new, useful, and hopefully more accurate view of reality through the Universe Surfing Hypothesis, it feels natural for me to hope that in addition to the words I use to communicate my reasoning, I can summon the magic of music to help me in those efforts.

G.A.P.man

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