I wrote this afterwards…
By Matteo Musso • 2017

One might liken today at the symphony to a novel filled with
romance, dancing and peace, lively chatter and erupting emotions.
Notice the erupting emotions happened first.

The Barber (Second Essay for Orchestra) was depicting our soul’s
decision to live, I mean, really live! Should it remain in a state of
stagnancy, or should it take a chance on living life to it’s fullest?

Our soul holds an inner debate, being introduced
to the vigorous ups and downs of being human.
Contentment versus challenge, kind harmonies
versus dissonance, sweet softness versus loud
shocks of jagged sounds…they culminate in a
smorgasbord of senses leaving our soul craving
more sensations. The rest is over. It’s time to
truly experience our humanness.

Enter Mozart (Symphony No. 41, Jupiter), the
first welcome to our hearts. “Welcome. So glad
you’re here,” sing the concierge-like notes of the
Jupiter Symphony. Reliable, comforting sounds
stream toward our souls with an embrace of anticipation
that drives us onward. To where shall I go? The
predictable progressions comfort us in this new
adventure, giving us energy while providing just
enough curiosity and filling our need for growth. The
notes provide safe respite as we know always, that a
fulfilling resolution is on the way. Uplifted and
confident, we venture onward and dare to seek the
most powerful emotion of all, the one that’s got the
ultimate strength to transform every heart and the
entire world…love.
Cheer on Dvorak (Symphony No. 8) for his
depiction of love through our auditory system!
Storing up note after note in an invisible vat built by
God to hold infinite pounds of weightless love,
Dvorak seems to get this idea. Keep adding beautiful
notes of kindness and chords of good deeds, and the
love multiplies. Singing melodies emit tempting lures
and we are hooked! We can’t help but join in the
game of goodness. The sounds are just too beautiful
to leave behind, so we follow the guidance of this
beautiful music until our hearts are filled with
immense joy and a desire to share this feeling with
others on our journey. It culminates in us. Then the
final exclamation is revealed.
We put our hands together, over and over, making
them musical instruments of their own, in an effort
to let the emotion out. We want to feel our body
again after our emotional emersion, “CLAP.”
We want to show our thanks and gratitude to
composers, musicians and conductors, “CLAP.” We
want to live life anew and refreshed, “CLAP.” But
most of all, my hands want to be percussive with
thanks to God for my human experiences, especially
those today, “CLAP, CLAP, CLAP!”