The World in Six Songs: How the Musical Brain Created Human Nature (35 page)

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Most scientists and philosophers agree that human consciousness is qualitatively different from animal consciousness—we have a unique type of self-consciousness, and an ability to contemplate our own existence. Consciousness is not a thing to be separated out from the normal workings of our brain, the comings and goings of thoughts, perceptions, and mental states. As essayist Adam Gopnik says, “consciousness is not the ghost in the machine; it is the hum of the machinery.”
Some of our appreciation of music is not conscious, but rather, forms part of our subconscious awareness of the world. For example, as David Huron and Ian Cross argue, human music functions as an
honest signal,
as we saw in Chapter 5. This is a concept from biology that relates to the extent to which a communicative signal from one organism to another can be faked. There might be reasons for an organism to convey untruthful information—this is essentially what chameleons do when they change color to blend in with the background to avoid predators, or what possums do when they play dead. Primates may wish to deceive one another for a number of reasons, including hoarding food or trying to rise in a complex social hierarchy. If music is an honest signal, a person who is singing would be less able to fake emotions. Put another way, we
believe
a message that comes to us through song more than one that comes through speech. For reasons that aren’t fully understood, we seem to be exquisitely sensitive to the emotional state of singers. This may be related to unconscious cues of stress that are conveyed through the vocal cords when a singer is lying, but this is a topic that requires further investigation.
The honest signal hypothesis is particularly relevant for love, and may explain why love songs move us so. When someone tells us they love us, we may have our doubts. When they sing it, all our doubts seem to melt away. This may be an evolutionary and biological inheritance, something that is beyond our powers of rational control or conscious influence—singing matters. This could account for why people become
furious
when they find that singers are lip-syncing. It may also explain our fascination with the private lives of rock singers (much more so than other band members): If they are not living the life they profess in their songs, our truth detectors go wild.
The connection between truth and love is obvious—when we love, we make ourselves vulnerable (and there are many songs that reflect this naked emotional state). Real love requires an almost irrational trust and faith in another person. We never
really
know if our partner has been faithful, has been stealing money from us, or has an ulterior motive. As Will Smith’s character says in the movie
Hitch,
love is like jumping off a cliff. These concerns take time, sometimes years, to assuage, and relationships would never make it that long if we didn’t suspend suspicion temporarily and take the risk of letting the other person into our lives and hearts. Different people resort to different mechanisms, some psychological, some practical, to bridge this gulf of trust. Some refuse to make themselves completely vulnerable to their partner, exchanging safety for lack of intimacy. Some—who are otherwise very well protected in all other dealings, in business and friendships—throw caution to the wind over and over in their love lives. Each new love is a new beginning; “the only love worth having is one that is complete and total,” we say to ourselves. Others insist on prenuptial agreements. “I’ve never seen a prenup I couldn’t break,” a lawyer once told me, “so why bother in the first place?”
Love requires that we give our partner the benefit of the doubt. Lipstick on the collar or missing condoms are a warning sign, but most “signs” are more ambiguous: staying late at the office, a partner who doesn’t answer his hotel room phone at midnight. (Did the hotel ring the wrong room? Did he turn the phone off? Is he in the shower? Is he with another woman?) Every month dozens of signs
could
point to our lover’s dishonesty, infidelity, or even simpler violations of the relationship contract such as not revealing her true income or true feelings. Love, it has been said, requires a certain amount of self-delusion. Animals don’t have this problem because the animal brain doesn’t ruminate, try to fit pieces together like a detective, try to figure out is she right for me? The animal brain bonds on a combination of instinct and pheromones. The role of instinct and pheromones in human mating decisions is also very strong, but it seems to hang in an uneasy balance with rationality, or at least self-delusion and justification masquerading as rationality. This is one of the reasons that the song “I’ll Get You Back ” by Juliana Raye (brilliantly produced by former ELO frontman Jeff Lynne) is so bitingly ironic and funny:
When you ran away from me you never looked to see
I was right behind you running just as speedily
Slow down, would you tell me where you’re going
’Cause I need to know if you’ll be back in time for supper
I cooked your favorite
 
The vocal is delivered with a kind of upbeat, twisted, clueless delusion. Her boyfriend is running out of the house—not walking but
running
—and she chases after him to find out when he’s coming home for dinner. And oh, by the way, she yells after him, “I COOKED YOUR FAVORITE!”
In the second verse she tells us that she knows about all the affairs he has had, but she doesn’t care, as long as he practices safe sex. Launching into the singsongy, nursery-rhyme chorus, she sings:
I will get you, I will get you, I will get you back
I’ll get you back, I’ll get you back, I’ll get you back
I’ll get you back!
 
As the last note of “back” reaches a pitched crescendo, the highest note of the song, the evil quiver in her voice forces us to confront the ambiguity in the chorus: Does she mean that she is going to “win him back” or that she is going to “get back at him” by some awful retaliation? The second meaning is invoked more strongly as we learn of a heart-stopping violation of trust right along with the singer in the last verse:
Sister Mary always had the kindest words to say
She said when she looked at you her doubts would melt away
I swear, Sister Mary’s baby looks a lot like you, you know
Oh! Say, it isn’t so!
 
 
I will get you, I will get you, I will get you back
I’ll get you back, I’ll get you back, I’ll get you back
I’ll get you back!
But something in the delivery tells us that she still wants him, that she still hopes somehow to win back this man who has mistreated her so. That all will be forgiven in the name of love. She got it bad, and that ain’t good. Love does require this kind of devotion, even blind commitment, although typically not such self-delusion. The Australian band Mental as Anything played with this same theme in their lyric “If you leave me, can I come too?”
There are love songs to reflect four stages of love: I want you, I got you, I miss you, and it’s-over-and-I’m-heartbroken. Love songs reflect the different kinds of love as well: the Romeo-and-Juliet love (I’d kill myself for this person); the more mature love of being together for decades and looking back; and the love of ideals, such as of country. The dominant theme of popular music for the last fifty years seems to be love in all these forms. Songs written by Cole Porter, Irving Berlin, Lennon and McCartney, Dylan, Mitchell, Cohen, Wainwright. And the songs performed by Diana Ross, the Temptations, the Four Tops, Frank Sinatra, Ella Fitzgerald, Mariah Carey . . . Some love songs celebrate the earliest stages of romantic love:
Oh yeah I’ll tell you something, I think you’ll understand
When I say that something, I want to hold your hand
I want to hold your hand, I want to hold your hand
and they capture the giddy, lighter-than-air feeling of first loves and crushes:
And when I touch you I feel happy inside
It’s such a feeling that my love, I can’t hide, I can’t hide, I can’t hide!
 
Songs reflect the fear we have of becoming vulnerable to another person, and to love’s capriciousness—an implicit acknowledgment that the wonderful feelings can apparently end at any time and without warning. Some songs express pure denial (such as “I’m Not in Love” by 10CC):
I’m not in love, so don’t forget it
It’s just a silly phase I’m going through
And just because I call you up
Don’t get me wrong, don’t think you’ve got it made
I’m not in love, no-no
 
 
I keep your picture upon the wall
It hides a nasty stain that’s lyin’ there
So don’t you ask me to give it back
I know you know it doesn’t mean that much to me
I’m not in love, no-no
On the opposite side of things, this vulnerability is sometimes intentionally cultivated, David Byrne notes. Rather than denying our feelings and vulnerability, we sometimes say to our love interest, “I am yours” (Stephen Stills in “Suite: Judy Blue Eyes”) or “Take all of me . . . I’m no good without you” (Marks and Simons), or as Irving Berlin writes in “Be Careful, It’s My Heart,” from the musical
Holiday Inn
:
It’s not my watch you’re holding, it’s my heart.
It’s not the note I sent you that you quickly burned.
It’s not the book I lent you that you never returned.
 
As sung by Frank Sinatra, Rosemary Clooney, Bing Crosby, and others, the song reminds us of the helpless condition love can put us in, underscored by the repetition of the song’s title, “Be Careful, It’s My Heart,” as the lyric continues:
The heart with which so willingly I part.
It’s yours to take to keep or break,
But please, before you start, be careful, it’s my heart.
 
“But what really makes that song,” David says, “are the harmonies. Love song lyrics can be the corniest thing in the world. The harmonies add tension that keeps the lyrics from seeming too corny. Too often, love song lyrics can’t stand on their own two feet apart from the melody and the harmonies. Another great love song is Joni Mitchell’s ‘A Case of You.’ Those lyrics are great—they tell a whole little story, a mini novel inside a three-minute song.”
“I think some the greatest love songs of the twentieth century were those written by Hugo Wolf,” Stanford composer Jonathan Berger says. Wolf wrote hundreds of songs at the turn of the twentieth century. They are so complex harmonically as to be virtually unsingable, but they raise the interplay of melody, harmony, and lyrics to a very high level.
“Tonality is dissolving as he is writing,” Berger continues, “and he’s at that cusp where everything he writes is tonal, but he doesn’t use tonality in terms of ‘Let’s get to the dominant and get over with it.’ Instead, he uses tonality in a very symbolic way. For example, he has a song called ‘The Forsaken Maiden.’ She’s waking up in the morning and
in the song
she starts singing this love song. And, over the course of the song, realizes that she’s been forgotten, and forsaken, and left. So it’s this process of dream to awakeness, of
having
the love and
losing
the love, and the melody and the harmony are constantly playing with this ‘Am I dreaming, am I awake? How aware am I?’ The music defines everything in the text. In other words, the song itself, the way it is composed, becomes representative of love itself.”
Many of popular music’s most memorable and emotional songs deal with the sexual, lustful side of love. “As soon as music first emerges in cavemen and it has rhythm,” Rodney Crowell says, “you have the sense of
sex
in it, because what is the most obvious human activity that has a rhythmic component? One of the earliest songs must have been a song about sex.” One of the oldest songs that we know of is in fact one with a sexually charged lyric; dating back six thousand years, it is part of the extraordinarily graphic poems and songs written by Inanna, queen of Sumeria, about her beloved Dumuzi.
In the forties and fifties, artists recorded risqué R&B records such as Bull Moose Jackson with “My Big Ten Inch” (about a phonograph record of a band that plays the blues) and Dinah Washington singing “Big Long Slidin’ Thing” (ostensibly about a trombone player). Early heavy metal songs made no attempt at clever innuendo or subtlety: “Whole Lotta Love” and “The Lemon Song” (Led Zeppelin), “Hot Blooded” (Foreigner), “Feel Like Makin’ Love” (Bad Company). The Stranglers sang of “walking on the beaches/ looking at the peaches,” and Joni Mitchell about how a lover “picked up my scent on his fingers/while he’s watching the waitress’ legs.” More recently, the Magnetic Fields released the ambitious and quirky
69 Love Songs
cycle; many of them might better be described as lust songs, such as “Underwear”: “A pretty boy dressed in his underwear/if there’s a better reason to jump for joy/Who cares?” Lusty songs are not limited to American or even Western culture, from the Pakistani singer Nadia Ali Mujra’s “
Chuupon Gye Chuupon Gye
” (I want to suck on the mango) to several songs on the Cantonese Top 40.

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