Music
I saw this old teacher today. She doesnât teach at my high school anymore. She told me sheâs at a different school, with âprofoundly challenged kidsâ
Profoundly challenged
She tells me she loves these kids
She tells me she teaches them theater, and she has this animal band with them - they wear masks and play instruments and go to other classes and sing happy birthday and things
Not that they can play, she says. They âdonât have the capacity to learnâ
But they have fun in their masks as they bang those useless bits of metal and wood that other, better kids would turn into music.
I last played with a xylophone 10 years ago if not more
But when I played with them, I wouldnât try to make music
I would hold the mallet on the center of the xylophone, and rotate it back and forth
The goal of this exercise was to make it hit every note, and make a pattern sound, without me hitting every single key on my own
It was challenging because if I moved it too fast or too slow or at an angle, the mallet would soar in the air and skip over a key
It was a puzzle. This was how I played percussion instruments
When I had to learn to play the recorder in school, I learned the songs they told me to
But when I was at home, I didnât play the songs
I would blow harder and softer, trying to figure out where the exact point was where the notes broke into noise
I would take the little tab out of the mouthpiece and try to make notes come out without that crucial piece - wondered what the purpose of that millimeter-thick piece of lined plastic could possibly be
I would wonder how many sounds I could really bring out of that instrument that seemed to have just the 8 - with a couple of sharps and flats to slightly bring that number up
But if anyone had heard me, they wouldnât have thought it was music
They wouldâve thought I didnât have the âcapacity to learn.â
These teachers, therapists, helpers.
They arenât helping us.
They arenât listening.
They already have this narrative in their heads, and take everything we do as confirmation.
I donât think these âprofoundly challenged kidsâ of hers canât learn
I think they are learning
And they are making their own music
Because the sounds that are pleasant to us sometimes arenât to them
And the sounds that are pleasant to them sometimes arenât to us.
I like to sleep with white noise on.
Itâs what I put on when I need to concentrate or want to calm down
Pink noise with oscillating volume can relax me like no music can
But not everyone likes noise.
They call it âstatic.â
They call it ânoise.â
And they say I just âdonât have the capacity to learn.â