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I had the great pleasure of attanding a concert given by Mr Bocelli recently.
To say I was stunned at the sheer quality of his voice and singing is to put it mildly. The man is a genius, beyond any doubt.
Similarly, I heard Pavarotti in concert before he died, and was also stunned by his voice and singing. These 2 men are incomparable, and there has been nothing like them for the longest while.
I've only heard people like Joan Sutherland and Cecilia Bartolli on disc (and many others), and the same feeling about the sheer magnificence of their voices overtakes me.
Not to mention the composers, who wrote these sublime works that we can now enjoy and admire.
All of which provokes unfriendly thoughts about evolution in my mind.
The sheer stupidity of a theory which claims that such musical instruments as those voices, the minds of those composers which constructed the music, and our inbuilt ability to hear and enjoy the music jointly created by composer and peformer, are all the products of blind, brainless, purposeless chance, is preposterous beyond words.
Of what selective value are these incredible abilities? How does the ability to sing, play an instrument, appreciate music and the thousand and one related facilities and faculties which we all possess to varying degrees, relate to survival and natural selection?
Tha answer must be: there is no relationship at all.
How could a chimp ancestor evolve such sublimities?
The sound of music, the power of the lyrics to stir our hearts, minds and emotions - are all these the productions of mutations and natural selection?
Surely, reader, you can see how nonsensical the very proposition really is. can't you?
There is absolutely no connection between these things.
To think that bow-wow and yo-he-ho abilities can be transformed by mutations and natural selection into the mind of a Beethoven, his mighty Seventh Symphony, and the performance and enjoyment of the same, is to truly enter the realm of fantasy, just as much as imagining a man in a chicken suit learning to fly by running along the ground waving his forelimbs in the air!
Perhaps someone should write an opera about that, and call it 'The Magic Suit'! I guess that's what doing scales produces. Flights of fantasy,and soaring melodies!
Mozart would love it, I'm sure!
To say I was stunned at the sheer quality of his voice and singing is to put it mildly. The man is a genius, beyond any doubt.
Similarly, I heard Pavarotti in concert before he died, and was also stunned by his voice and singing. These 2 men are incomparable, and there has been nothing like them for the longest while.
I've only heard people like Joan Sutherland and Cecilia Bartolli on disc (and many others), and the same feeling about the sheer magnificence of their voices overtakes me.
Not to mention the composers, who wrote these sublime works that we can now enjoy and admire.
All of which provokes unfriendly thoughts about evolution in my mind.
The sheer stupidity of a theory which claims that such musical instruments as those voices, the minds of those composers which constructed the music, and our inbuilt ability to hear and enjoy the music jointly created by composer and peformer, are all the products of blind, brainless, purposeless chance, is preposterous beyond words.
Of what selective value are these incredible abilities? How does the ability to sing, play an instrument, appreciate music and the thousand and one related facilities and faculties which we all possess to varying degrees, relate to survival and natural selection?
Tha answer must be: there is no relationship at all.
How could a chimp ancestor evolve such sublimities?
The sound of music, the power of the lyrics to stir our hearts, minds and emotions - are all these the productions of mutations and natural selection?
Surely, reader, you can see how nonsensical the very proposition really is. can't you?
There is absolutely no connection between these things.
To think that bow-wow and yo-he-ho abilities can be transformed by mutations and natural selection into the mind of a Beethoven, his mighty Seventh Symphony, and the performance and enjoyment of the same, is to truly enter the realm of fantasy, just as much as imagining a man in a chicken suit learning to fly by running along the ground waving his forelimbs in the air!
Perhaps someone should write an opera about that, and call it 'The Magic Suit'! I guess that's what doing scales produces. Flights of fantasy,and soaring melodies!
Mozart would love it, I'm sure!
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