Hello, Welcome to the Eventide of Music. I’m Paul Dresser.
What is Eventide? Where did it begin? And what's it all about? Well, since I discovered it, I guess I should have the answers. So let's go back One Million Eight Hundred Thousand Years ago to the Pleistocene. The time and place possibly where Music began.
Imagine an open range forest. Where mammoths and a variety of strange warm blooded creatures thrived. Amongst these a giant ground sloth. It's amazing how we accept so much of what we learn about, but we just don't really get it until were slammed with the reality of it. So let me recommend to you the giant ground sloth that's on display at the Field Museum in Chicago, Illinois. Notice the huge barrel chest the ground sloth has. Well... ask yourself this question: Did the ground sloth howl?
Return now to the Pleistocene. Hundreds of giant ground sloths feeding and howling as the sun sets. Their big barrel chests' producing their uncanny vociferations. A sound like the earth has never known before. And off in the distance listening and preparing for the evening is a form of man. How primitive this setting. How wild the distant sounds. Huge barreled howls resonating in the ambient dusk. Music's first debut in her earliest recognition of thought on earth. Music performed and heard.
From the old comes the new
So let's bring Music forward to Manhattan, New York City. Have you ever heard of a place called "Tin Pan Alley?" One of the wildest times Music has ever had was in "Tin Pan Alley." It's possible to feel a time gone by through Music. These feelings help bring out our higher selves. From the ivory tusk of mammoths to the ivory keys on the pianos playing in Tin Pan Alley. The music publishing center of the world. An evolution of sounds and words flowing through time, spiraling into the poetry of Tin Pan Alley.
I agree that much of what your reading here comes from my imagination. However, I disagree with the Futurists of our time. A Futurist might tell you don't worry, with the advancements of technology, computers will write your music for you. Interesting, what does a song written by a computer program sound like? What music samples are used against sporadic patterns? And with this new genesis of sound pinging over the airways, will the world be a better place because of it? Well, have you been listening to the radio lately? Never thought you'd see the day when maybe having that lost occupation called "Music Critics" all of a sudden become essential, and they need to return to Music. This way we can weed out the computer programmers and get back to human artist. So back to the Futurist. You Futurists cannot see as far as the imagination can see. Like poetry, imagination is beyond computers. I dare any Futurist to come forward and tell the truth. The truth being that computers are just a crutch that man will use along his journey. Take a look further down the road. We people will pass computers up, and these machines will fall into the past. So what is this corrupt idea of machines writing our music for us? We, who are made in the image of God.