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Meet Atom tha Immortal and ID Hip-Hop

Sunday, December 28th, 2008
by ID Arts Blogger

by Dennis Wagner

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Prediction: intelligent design will be here to stay when it appears in Hip-Hop music.  News Flash: Atom tha Immortal has released the first full-fledged ID Hip-Hop song I’m aware of called Achilles. Give it a listen here and read the lyrics below. To learn more about Atom or to download his newest album, Sons of Slaves and Lords, go to his website.

Apocalyptic G-d presence/
Feeling the fire of G-d’s essence/
You need Rosetta Stones to unlock my poem’s message/
Born in a body of sand since early dawn/
Adam spawned genetic code of early on/
Written on the rocks of Hebron, The Earth Is Gone/
Reverted from an Information Age to Early Bronze/
Punishment of Civilization/
The only reason why this wicked nation ain’t burning is G-d’s patient/

Chorus:
——-
The best decision/
For somebody in your position/
Is head down, hands up in submission/
Realize/
We’re where the future lies/
With Y-S-H-U-A the truth’s alive/
(x2)

Will somebody tell me how come/
My sound waves will never ricochet/
Obliterate your breath and leave your chest concave/
Killing a knave/
Sound decibel levels of wrath/
Your inner ear hammer will crack your anvil in half/
I follow a path through Euclidean spacetime/
Mythological allusion inserted in every line/
Telekinetically crack a lion’s spine/
Freeing the blind from mind control on mankind’s soul/
So/
We strike Achilles at his heel/
We strike the modern man like Gregor Mendel, meddling with his alleles/
Wounds of Darwinian Theory will never heal/
Once the population finds Intelligent Design/
Enzymes hold the signs of a Divine Mind/
Darwinian speculation is useless/
To explain emergence/
Of cellular machines below the surface/
Seeing Specified Complexity points to a purpose/
Of a system of integrated parts/
Excluding chance as part/
Of how it could ever start/
So/
I speak with truth and in reason/
But whether you believe or not/
We leave Darwinian fish bleeding/

(Chorus)

A Hundred Billion Snowflakes Swirling in the Cosmic Storm

Monday, March 10th, 2008
by Dennis Wagner

by Dennis Wagner

Peter MayerOne of the most profound spiritual experiences I’ve ever had was my first encounter with the Hubble Deep Field Photographs. What appears to be a little dark space in the heavens as we gaze up with the naked eye turns out to be filled with hundreds of odd shaped galaxies when examined more closely by the Hubble Space Telescope. You can hear a hundred lectures on how big the universe is, but when your mind starts extrapolating what your eye sees in this photo, you are suddenly overwhelmed by the largeness of the universe and the smallness of your life, and yet somehow you fell connected to that largeness, and privileged to be here to observe it. I think folk guitarist Peter Mayer has captured that experience beautify in his song My Soul from his Midwinter CD.

My Soul by Peter Mayer

There are a hundred billion snowflakes swirling in the cosmic storm
And each one is a galaxy, a billion stars or more
And each star is a million earths, a giant fiery sun
High up in some sky, maybe shining on someone

And deep inside a snowflake, I am floating quietly
I am infinitesimal, impossible to see
Sitting in my tiny kitchen in my tiny home
Staring out my window at a universe of snow

But my soul is so much bigger than the very tiny me
It reaches out into the snowstorm like a net into the sea
Out to all the lovely places where my body cannot go
I touch that beauty and embrace it in the bosom of my soul

And so brief and fleeting is this tiny life of mine
Like a single quarter note in the march of time
But my soul is like the music, it goes back to ancient days
Back before it wore a human face, long before it bore my name

Because my soul is so much older than the evanescent me
It can describe the dawn of time like a childhood memory
It is a spark that was begotten of the darkness long ago
What my body has forgotten, I remember in my soul

So we live this life together, my giant soul and tiny me
One resembling forever, one like smoke upon the breeze
One the deep abiding ocean, one a sudden flashing wave
And counting galaxies like snowflakes, I would swear we were the same

Oh my soul belongs to beauty, takes me up to lofty heights
Teaches sacred stories to me, sanctifies my tiny life
Lays a bridge across the ages, melts the boundaries of my bones
Paints a bold eternal face on this passing moment, oh my soul

Designed for Music?

Tuesday, January 8th, 2008
by Dennis Wagner

Human BrainResearch on how the brain processes music is emerging as a rich and stimulating area of investigation of perception, memory, emotion, and performance. This 25 page paper from the Annual Review of Psychology does an excellent job of reviewing the state of research on music and the brain and provides citations to the original literature for those who want to dig deeper. Based on current knowledge researchers are attempting to build a sound model of how the brain processes music. We’d love to hear the Darwinian “story” about how the musical supercomputer between our ears developed by mutations.

Introducing ID Musician Gil Dodgen

Thursday, July 26th, 2007
by Dennis Wagner

Gil Dodgen at PianoWe are pleased to introduce ID Artist Gil Dodgen. A professional musician earlier in his career, Gil offers up some thoughts on music and ID, along with downloadable copies of his classical piano solo albums:

“As a child and young man, music spoke to my soul in a way that nothing else did. I can’t explain it and won’t attempt to. It seems to me that the arts, and music in particular, present a real problem for Darwinism. How would such an ability come about in a step-by-tiny-step fashion and what would be the survival value of the transitional intermediates, or even the end product? (Never mind what mutations would be required to rewire the central nervous system for musical ability, and the probability of those mutations occurring.) Of course, for Darwinists, Darwinism must explain everything, so they will invent stories about how ancient jungle drummers got the girls, just like rock stars get the groupies. But everyone enjoys music with absolutely no evidence that it offers any survival or reproductive advantage. It just seems to be programmed into us at a very fundamental level.

Music is based on the physics of sound — in particular, the overtone series which is produced when a string or column of air vibrates. The division of the octave into 12 semitones is not an accident or a matter of personal preference; this produces notes that coincide with the overtone series. This is the basis of melody and harmony, and why some sounds are dissonant and some sounds are consonant.

Imagine a world without music: no music accompanying the movies you watch, no music in your church services, no music on the radio or television, no violinists, no pianists, no guitarists, no singers, no songs — no music at all! Wouldn’t your life be indescribably impoverished?

And here’s the weird thing: music is a totally abstract art form, but has tremendous power. When I was in college I took a number of courses in music theory. I remember a chapter in a book about melody. All the technical elements of melodic composition were discussed but there was one final comment that struck me (I paraphrase): Most people associate “melody” with something that cannot be described, but they know it when they hear it, and there is no way to teach how to write a good melody.

In closing I would like to offer some of the great piano music that inspired me, in hopes that it will inspire you as well. You are free to make CDs and distribute the music in any way you like, and I would encourage you to include the program notes when you do. In them I include a tribute to my wonderful music teacher, Ruby Bailey, who taught me from the time I was a child through high school, and then again in college. She was unbelievably gifted as a musician, pianist, and pedagogue, and was a wonderful person in general.

I am something of an evangelist for classical music. When one has been blessed so profoundly by something, one feels compelled to share it with others. Although I no longer perform concerts (with rare exceptions) I do continue to perform classical music informally and play keyboards for a praise band.”

Converting genome to classical – or pop? – music

Friday, May 18th, 2007
by Denyse O'Leary

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by Denyse O’Leary

ARN correspondent

UCLA molecular biologists say they have converted protein sequences into classical music (though some say it’s only pop music):

On the biologists’ site , you can listen to the compositions and even submit your own genetic sequence and have it translated to music. The browser allows anyone to send in a sequence coding for a protein, which will then be converted into music and returned as a MIDI audio file. The research is published in Genome Biology, a major journal in the field of genomics.

This has all the potential in the world for schlock, of course, but on the other hand, one of the scientists found that a piano teacher understood it all better that way. Particularly scary is the sequence for the deadly disease, Huntington’s chorea.

Here are some other items I have posted at the Post-Darwinist and the Mindful Hack:

When they aren’t monitoring themselves very carefully, NASA people say the most surprising things … (more…)

Lohengrin as Dramatic Theodicy

Friday, March 23rd, 2007
by Mike Dodaro

LohengrinThe myth Richard Wagner set to music in the opera Lohengrin is a marvelous portrait of romantic chivalry. The mystery of the enduring power of this story may be explained by analyzing it as a dramatic theodicy. A philosophical theodicy poses an answer to the problem of evil in a world supposedly controlled by a God who is good. How atrocities can be permitted under the sun by a benevolent and omnipotent God is a question that does not completely relent under logical analysis. Dramatic renderings of the issue have had wider appeal and greater staying power. One of the oldest examples of dramatic theodicy is the story of Job in the Bible. Job suffers even in his innocence, and his complaint reaches the court of heaven where God permits the ordeal to continue, apparently to negate Satan’s taunt that Job is faithful only because God rewards him for his virtue. Making Job into an object lesson does little to relieve him, but, eventually, there is a thunderous conclusion in the firmament, more in resonance with operatic crescendo than philosophical abstraction.

Elsa, the heroine in Wagner’s Lohengrin, is accused of fratricide and trysting with an illicit lover by her antagonists, Telramund and his sorceress wife Ortrud. These two conspire in a plot as nefarious as that of Shakespeare’s Macbeth. Their intent is to usurp headship of the Duchy of Brabant, which rightfully belongs to Elsa’s brother, Gottfried, heir to Brabant’s Christian dynasty. Gottfried, now strangely absent, is presumed dead, and Ortrud is progressively corrupting her husband by her false testimony that Elsa has murdered him. The collapse of Telramund’s nobility under the influence of his wife is a significant subplot of the opera.

When King Heinrich arrives to investigate the strife attending succession of the Duchy of Brabant, Telramund has bought Ortrud’s lies wholesale and takes up her false witness against Elsa. Elsa is called upon to defend herself, but she only replies by relating a dream of a knight who has promised to defend her cause. A herald calls repeatedly for a defender for Elsa’s cause, but none appears. Elsa prays that the chivalric knight of her vision will now come to her aid. At last, transcendence breaks into the world of human injustice. In the romantic illumination of Wagner’s music the knight Lohengrin appears on the River Scheldt in mythic splendor in boat drawn by a swan.

Lohengrin betroths himself to Elsa and answers her prayers for aid on the condition that she will never ask his name or lineage. He announces that he will prove her innocence in mortal combat. King Heinrich prays that justice will be established in the ordeal. Lohengrin and Telramund draw their swords. The contest that follows is brief and decisive. The virtuous knight subdues Telramund. With blade poised above Telramund’s heart, Lohengrin says he will spare the accuser’s life. He exhorts him to spend his borrowed time in repentance for the evil he has perpetrated against Elsa.

The first act of Lohengrin has established the basic premises of a theodicy. Elsa’s innocent suffering poses a dilemma of the sort that, left unresolved, casts doubt on God’s goodness. The premise that God is powerful is assumed. A transcendent being unable to overcome the actions of human malefactors would not be God. Even in absence of Elsa’s prayers, God must act in her defense, or there must be a satisfactory explanation, should God permit the injustice to continue. Theology in a Calvinistic vein that sustains the inscrutable sovereignty of God against human comprehension does not play well on the stage. Sending the defender of Elsa’s virtue shows God’s benevolent intentions, but resolution of the problem in Act I would not provide sufficient time for Wagner’s music to elaborate.

Ortrud and Telramund plot in the night to reverse Elsa’s good fortune. When the opportunity arises, Ortrud attempts to dissuade Elsa from trust in the heroic virtue of her betrothed: if Lohengrin comes anonymously and inexplicably from a place that must remain a mystery, will he not someday depart as abruptly, leaving bereft both Elsa and the Duchey of Brabant of which he now has been proclaimed guardian? Magical in her own right, Ortrud calls upon her spirits to deceive Elsa and overthrow her defender. She invokes the ancient Gods, Wotan and Freia, of the Norse pantheon.

Telramund listens to her oaths of vengeance and her invocations in service of the betrayal of trust she is building with Elsa. Telramund now understands that he was deceived by Ortrud’s lies about Elsa. He laments the loss of his virtue and recalls his valor in defense of land and people who gave him honor, now lost. Yet in full cognizance of the deception that, with Ortrude, his actions sustain, he enlists four nobles to strive with him against his new rival.

To compound the pathos of Elsa’s innocence, she tries to befriend Ortrude, even as Elsa is being undone by Ortrude’s insinuations. She pities Ortrude’s destitution, assuming that her husband invented the accusations from which Elsa was miraculously delivered. She invites Ortrude to join with her in the wedding procession at the cathedral and makes Ortrude her maid of honor. In return, as Elsa’s bridal procession is entering the cathedral, Ortrude and Telramund block the procession and demand to know the name and origin of the groom. Lohengrin’s enigmatic reply is that he is bound to no one, save Elsa, for an answer. Since she, in good faith on her agreement, refuses to ask the forbidden question, King Heinrich and the people of Brabant conclude that the wedding is legitimate and that it shall proceed.

It is clear in the story from which the composer began that Elsa’s faith is the critical factor in her relation to the figure of her redemption. She has every reason to trust the man who confounded the lies of her accusers and saved her from death or exile. As long as she doesn’t waver on her agreement, the romance continues. Ortrude and Telramund are now again in disgrace. The bride and groom retire to their nuptial bed. All is well until Elsa’s trust gives way to the suspicions planted in her by Ortrude. She begins to probe his anonymity. He first evades her queries then reminds her of her vow. She persists, and her inquisitiveness becomes more intent on having an answer. At the critical moment, when she finally insists on knowing her husband’s name and lineage, Telramund and his cohorts storm the house. Telramund’s sword is of no avail even in ambush, and Lohengrin slays him. Instead of the sensual evocation of a Wagnerian climax, this thrust disgorges Telrumund’s entrails on the bridal bed. A determined foe has been slain, but Elsa’s question has dislodged the balance that secures her place of safety in the universe of this drama. Her husband sadly tells her that he will publicly give answers to her questions.

In the morning, the assembled people of Brabant learn the name and status of their guardian. His song begins as the strings evoke the transcendent realm of his origin. “In far off land, to mortal feet forbidden, there is a castle, Monsalvat by name.” In the ethos of medieval chivalry Monsalvat is the sanctuary of the Holy Grail, the sacred challis Jesus shared with his disciples when he instituted the Eucharistic memorial of his death. The Holy Grail appears from the world of Celtic myth in Welsh legendary tales of The Mabinogion. Sir Thomas Malory continued the tradition in English literature with his tales of King Arthur’s Round Table. On the European continent the grail legend had a life of its own. An unfinished 12th-century poem by the French poet Chrétien de Troyes, describes the discovery of the grail by Parsifal. Wagner’s interpretation of the Grail motif comes from an epic by the 13th century German poet Wolfram von Eschenbach. In Spain Cervantes began writing a parody of chivalric ideals in Don Quixote only to find himself captivated by chivalry in the end.

So, in the first utterances of his song, Elsa’s defender and the acclaimed guardian of Brabant identifies his nobility as transcendent in origin. He is a knight of the Holy Grail. His strength comes from participation in a divine order that shares the mystery of the blood of Christ in the castle Monsalvat. “A gleaming temple therein is hidden, so rich as nothing on earth could frame/ Therein a cup most holy powers possessing/ Is guarded as a gift of heaven’s love/ To be to sinless men a boon and blessing/ It was brought to us by angels from above/ And every year a dove descends from Heaven/ The mystic might within it to resolve/ It’s called the Grail/ And purest faith it lendeth to all the knights who in its service strive/ He whom the Grail to be its servant chooses/ It arms with holy supernatural might/ Opposed to him deceit its magic loses/ The powers of darkness he can put to flight/ Though in distant lands the Grail may send him, the cause of injured virtue to defend/ Holy might will attend him, while unknown to all he can remain/ The art that in the Grail is hidden/ Its light no mortal eye can gaze upon/ From every doubt its knight must be protected/ If recognized, he must at once be gone/ Thus compelled, now I reveal my sacred story/ The Grail’s servant to you I hither came/ My father Parsifal reigns in his glory/ His knight I am/ And Lohengrin my name.”

The crescendo in the brass and trumpet flourish that attends this revelation leaves no doubt of Wagner’s intent. He understood this story very well and the effect it would have on his audience. King Heinrich sheds a tear, and Elsa laments paradise lost. Aware that his hope of love in this world is also lost, Lohengrin grieves with Elsa that her sincere remorse is vain. The people of Brabant are bereft of their guardian. Against King Heinrich’s entreaty Lohengrin explains that should he, in disobedience, seek to remain, his power would be gone and his cause would fail. He reassures Heinrich with a premonition: the Eastern horde will not prevail against German lands.

To everyone’s dismay, the swan returns on the River Scheldt. In Lohengrin’s greeting another mystery begins to unravel. If Lohnegrin had been able to remain one year in Brabant, Elsa’s brother Gottfried would have been released from the servitude to which he is bound by Ortrud’s magic. Lohengrin gives Elsa his sword and horn and a ring, which, should Gottfried ever return, will give him strength in battle, succor in danger, and remind him of the one who took up their cause. With this, it is time to say, “Lebwohl”. In the tradition of Knights errant, and rangers in American Westerns, Lohengrin must depart to find service elsewhere and to others.

As Lohengrin heads up the riverbank to the boat, Ortrud explicates the mystery of Gottfried’s fate. She verifies, by the gold chain around the swan’s throat, observable to all, that this swan is Gottfried transformed. The true heir to the throne of Brabant is now engaged hence. This, she says, is vengeance from the gods of the Norse pantheon on the apostasy of a Christian dynasty of Brabant. But the Grail has one final consolation. Lohengrin kneels in silent prayer, and the white dove of Monsalvat hovers over the boat. Lohengrin perceives it with gratitude and springs up to unfasten the chain from the swan’s throat. The swan sinks into the water, and Lohengrin lifts to the bank a youth in gleaming silver garments. Ortrud collapses with a shriek, and Lohengrin steps onto the boat. The dove seizes the gold chain and draws it off Gottfried’s neck while Elsa gazes on him with rapture. He makes obeisance to King Heinrich. The men of the community kneel in homage to Gottfried. He hastens to Elsa’s arms, and she, in joy, turns hastily toward the shore, but Lohengrin is gone.

Wagner didn’t invent this story, but it is his rendition that endures in the modern world. The opera is one of the standards of any company with the resources to mount a production. Singers still aspire to the vocal challenges it presents. The familiar motifs of an inspired quest in defense of the powerless continue in modified form in cinematic drama, and, of course, every film score uses techniques Wagner invented or adapted for his purposes. In the productions of Lohengrin being mounted, however, many directors try to mute the clear demarcation between good and evil evident in the work. In an unsigned essay in a subscribers booklet circulated prior to Seattle Opera’s 2004 production, the author calls Ortrud a “rationalist”. Ortrud is clearly the force for evil in the drama, yet this writer asks, under the heading Wagner’s Moral Complexities, “How do we know Ortrud is so wicked? Her questions about Lohengrin are perfectly sensible. And if her tactics seem ruthless, remember that Ortrud truly believes that the throne is rightfully hers, that it was usurped from her family by Elsa’s. And why do we believe Lohengrin is so wonderful? The trial-by-combat scene in which he defeats Telramund, although sanctioned by King Henry’s medieval government, was as barbaric and foreign to Wagner’s audience as Ortrud’s black magic. By putting this scene onstage, Wagner was asking: Does might make right?”

This analysis is missing a salient theme in medieval literature. At the heart of the Grail legend and the chivalric code is the idea of might for right. If Ortrud is fighting for what she thinks is rightfully hers, she has no moral compunction about destroying the innocent in her ambition. In this vein one might also say of Lady Macbeth that she is fighting for what she thinks is rightfully hers. The opera Lohengrin is not morally complex. Though the composer certainly was morally compromised, he found truths in his art that were probably beyond him.

The essayist, still anonymous, unlike Lohengrin, says “Wagner’s Lohengrin uses this popular pattern, and this old story, to talk about a central issue of the day: the crisis of faith in nineteenth-century Europe. During Wagner’s lifetime, the rise of science, technology, and industry were shaking to its foundations people’s faith in the church, long the mainstay of European society. Wagner shows us how Elsa’s pure faith in Lohengrin’s virtue evaporates when she listens seriously to the intelligent questions of Ortrud, who is competing with Lohengrin for power over the community. Ever the rationalist, Ortrud demands proof, and Lohengrin’s powerful mystique, penetrated by her piercing light of logical inquiry, turns out to be airy nothing.”

Ortrud the rationalist! This is akin to calling her invocations of the Norse deities Logical Positivism—absurd. Elsa’s fragile faith is an important element of the story, but in this drama, at least, the church isn’t in crisis. The crisis is, indeed, correctly identified as within the human soul. It is a crisis of finding the spiritual resources to continue living in an unjust world, not a crisis of the church. In the world of this opera injustice is perpetrated by Ortrud and Telramund as he becomes complicit in Ortrud’s lies. You couldn’t find a less ambiguous case of false witness in the book of Leviticus.

Nietzsche admired Wagner, and for a while they were fellow travelers, but analysis of this medieval plot will be better served by leaving the Nietzschean will to power and its moral ambiguity aside. The profound and truly human question in this story is why the innocent suffer while God remains inaccessible? The answer, in a bald-faced abstraction of the sort that is not consoling in absence of myth like that of Lohengrin, is that supernatural assistance, transparent and clearly evident to all observers, would irrevocably compromise human freedom.

Despite the weight of postmodern ideology and the theory of evolution, there are moral truths, and there is some help to be found in transcendental categories. Suffering, when it has meaning, ceases to be unbearable suffering. This is a reasonable literary explanation for Lohengrin’s extraction of the promise that Elsa never ask his name or lineage. If he were to remain in Brabant after everybody knows that his strength is divinely ordained, his authority would be unquestionable, and human actions could never, for long, diverge from virtue as established by the community. The Christian Dynasty of Brabant would be eschatological.

In this sense the story says the same thing as the Genesis account of the fall, and Elsa’s part resembles that of Eve under the influence of the serpent. A clearer case for archetypes in the collective unconscious could scarcely be found. Thankfully, Wagner is better dramatist than Carl Jung. Whether Wagner accepted the tale, as truth, is certainly questionable; the substance of the issue involved isn’t. Listen to the music with suspension of judgment, and draw your own conclusions. In contemporary productions, you might have to close your eyes to what they put on the stage. (audio-10)

Michael Dodaro

audio-10: Wagner; Lohengrin; excerpted from Deutsche Grammophon recording 2530 176; Kubelik.

Faust and the Devil

Wednesday, March 14th, 2007
by Mike Dodaro

FaustThe opera Faust had its premier at the Paris Opera in 1859. In a coincidence that now seems a hellish juxtaposition, 1859 is also the year Charles Darwin published The Origin of Species. The opera made Charles Gounod the most famous musician in Paris. Since then Charles Darwin has been on the ascendant. The demonology of Faust’s bargain with the devil clangs uproariously against modern materialism, and where scientific reductionism waxes philosophical, The Origin of Species has the status of dogma. Evidence for a cosmology richer than we find in Darwin includes grand opera. Can the theory of evolution account for the moral conflict, human nobility, and ignobility found in the plots of musical drama of the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries? The character Faust in the title role of Gounod’s opera is presumed to be a man well versed in natural philosophy—science of the era of the Faust legend—as well as medicine and jurisprudence. After a lifetime of study in these fields Faust despairs of finding satisfaction in the Western cultural legacy. Satan offers to disencumber him of his rational and metaphysical inhibitions, and Faust consummates a transaction.

Faust’s search, simply put, is for the satisfaction of a moment that he would wish to sustain. An abbreviated treatment of Goethe’s version of the Faust legend, the opera centers on Faust’s seduction of Marguerite, a peasant girl who soon finds her life in ruins. Faust’s conquest can be seen as an upshot of the materialistic world view. There are many versions of the legend, and several operas based on it. In some versions of the odyssey the philosopher’s quest becomes the life of a sensual athlete, including romps with courtesans of legendary reputations—Helen of Troy, Cleopatra, Thäis. In the opera by Gounod Satan serves Faust’s inclinations while amusing himself baiting the bourgeoisie. Using the power Satan puts at his disposal, Faust enraptures Marguerite with jewelry and his transitory affections and then deserts her. But this story resolves on Marguerite’s redemption. Her apotheosis and translation to heaven is musically exultant, ascending chromatically and aimed at an experience of transcendence. (audio-7) It concludes with a chorus of angels singing, “Christ has triumphed over sin and death; there is now no condemnation for those who put their trust in him.”

This traditional Christian cosmology evidently played very well in Paris in 1859. The opera was an immediate success, revitalized French opera, and remains a standard of the repertoire. It is remarkable that the French responded in droves a hundred years before their existentialists and atheists—Sartre, Derrida, Foucaut et al.—took center stage. The hell of it—as if Satan is collecting on Faust’s agreement and taking his due—is that Darwin’s materialism supplants metaphysics for ensuing generations. Dialectical materialism, that presumed-inevitable liberation of the underclass, becomes an obsession among the intelligentsia. Marxists, and the nihilists who follow them, are a thousand times more predacious than the bourgeoisie they depose. Blind to atrocities by regimes claiming to redistribute material resources—for what other resources are there?—they abet or incite revolts against every civilized institution. Western Civilization is, of course, an obstacle to those who would take back territory lost by oligarchies of earlier eras. If it can be deconstructed, deconstructionists or their minions will march in to fill the void.

Excerpted from Civilization and the Sublime by Michael Dodaro;

Audio-7. Faust; Gounod; excerpted from EMI recording 79-750462; 1979; Domingo/Freni/ Ghiaurov/Pretre.

Meet Musician and Writer Mike Dodaro

Wednesday, March 14th, 2007
by Dennis Wagner

Mike Dodaro

IDArts is pleased to welcome to our community opera singer and chorister Mike Dodaro. Mike has degrees in English literature and theology, including a BA in English from the University of Washington and MA in theology from Fuller Theological Seminary. A church cantor and choir member, he has also sung leading roles with northwest regional opera companies and worked for several seasons as a regular chorister with Seattle Opera Association. He is the editor of The Sacred in the Opera Discussion Forum and published in First Things Journal of Religion, Culture, and Public Life and The New Oxford Review.Writing documentation for computer programmers keeps him from running after the next operatic engagement, but he still sings: To Julia, by Robert Herrick/ musical setting by Roger Quilter

As you will soon find out, Mike not only enjoys singing, but he loves to study and think about the philosophical, theological and cultural significance of the music he sings (another one of those guys who enjoys using both sides of his brain). He will be a regular contributor here at IDArts sharing some of his insights on classical music in general, and opera in particular. We asked Mike to introduce himself by sharing a few thoughts about intelligent design and music:

Intelligent Music

“In school I had a good start in the sciences, but my head was turned by a number of distractions. Music was always among them. Fortunately I went to college when education in the liberal arts included an introduction to what used to be considered the standard repertoire in music. The first time I heard Mozart, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. I had learned to sing in church, so getting through the choir audition at the University of Oregon wasn’t difficult. But who would have thought the odd Viennese composer with his powdered wig had written music that could send me into orbit? Mozart was an unexpected gift from…

Well, I was a Christian. I assumed there was divine elegance somewhere in the universe, so yes, Mozart’s music, especially his liturgical works are, in a sense, gifts from God, but I hadn’t imagined the return address of the sender would be included. The choir was warming up for a performance the first time I heard the overtone series in a big major chord. I was stunned. This harmony was infinite and reflected some magnificence at the source of everything.

Art can be many things, but for centuries it was intended to convey the truth about human existence and the cosmos. Now we often think of art as self expression. Many works of contemporary art are cries of despair or rage. Deconstructionist critics advertise themselves as liberators from the old culture of oppression based on religion, race, gender, or class. Feminist critics will tell you that listening to Beethoven is like being abused by a man. It’s no accident that an era that generally doesn’t acknowledge design in the universe finds little to celebrate in art and music created by artists who believed in both design and the designer.

When you’ve heard the ring of truth, a lot of modern art seems to be simply a reflection of a nihilistic point of view. In many ways music has saved me from contemporary culture that disregards design in the universe and in human nature. In my musical studies I found evidence of design in every chord progression and in the clear moral conflicts of operatic dramas. The materialistic premises that are programmed into us in the present era dissolved in the presence of art emanating from design, purpose and order.

Science includes many marvels, but these marvels are based on discovered order in nature that can be controlled only through understanding of the form and relationships that exist. I make a living as a computer programmer. The logic that I find in Mozart works just as well in an entity relationship model used to persist and rematerialize data. The science that now seems a threat to the old understanding of the world could not exist in absence of the cultures of the past. Everything we now take for granted is built on the work of our predecessors. Christians, Jews, and Muslims in earlier centuries expected to find lawful order in nature because they believed in a God who spoke the rationally comprehensible order into existence.

If you have read this far in my introduction, you may be interested in more of what I’ve discovered in the music of the past. Musicologists approach music through its structure. I’m a singer, so most of my effort has gone into vocal study and understanding drama on the operatic stage. I have some observations that I’ll be discussing in this forum. I say discussing because, though I’ve begun with a monologue, I’d like to get your opinions as we proceed. Some of the old landmarks in this musical culture are overgrown after generations of neglect, but the most important works of literature have often been used in operatic plots. The Faust legend has been with us for many centuries. Evidently bartering with Satan is of some interest in every era as evidenced by the recent box office hit movie Ghost Rider. The tale of Faust has been set to music by many composers. We’ll begin with Gounod’s version and listen to some excerpts. If I can’t convince you of the importance of this music for time and eternity, maybe while listening to it you will hear for yourself.”

Meet ID Musician Willam Brookfield

Wednesday, March 7th, 2007
by Dennis Wagner

William BrookfieldWe are pleased to introduce ID musician, William Brookfield. William has been a professional solo musician and entertainer since 1974 and an involved in intelligent design since 1996 when he published his Cosmological Physical Incompleteness Theorem. He has been a member of the International Society for Complexity, Information and Design since 2002. He has developed an Information-density order-disorder continuum diagram to provide a continuum chart similar in function to that of the period table but where it is information density is being charted–not atomic weight/number. He is presently working on a detailed model of the core of black hole singularities based on information instead of material. As for his musical background, William played piano/keyboard for Long John Baldry band in 1995, composed and produced 32 min “Northern Symphony of Light” for the Northern Lights Space and Science Center Planetarium (Watson Lake Yukon) in 2000. William is presently working to produce a more integrated musical style that while spiritual and highly uplifiting, does not reflect a particular religious faith. William considers both scientific skepticism and faith as valid approaches to understanding the universe so long as both are pursued with integrity. You can sample his musical creations at CBC Radio 3 where you can find a wide range of genres from “My Remote”, his bluesy social commentary on our modern addiction to technology(our favorite), to the classical “Alaskan Highway Waltz”, the human experience of watching our offspring transform “Right Before My Eyes”, and “Believe” which speaks to the connection between our creaturehood and the cosmos.

CD: Fast Falls the Eventide by Peter Clemente and Mark Small

Wednesday, January 24th, 2007
by ID Arts Blogger

Fast Falls the EventideFast Falls the Eventide is the first recording by the Small-Clemente Duo, which features two classical guitarists Peter Clemente and Mark Small.

The guitarists present a wide-ranging program that includes solo performances, duets, ensemble pieces, as well as collaboration with members of the Utah Symphony Orchestra. The instrumental performances include folk songs, hymns, classical pieces, movie themes, and original pieces. They open with an amazing rendition of “A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief,” one of the best-loved hymns of the Restoration. Arranged for oboe, cello and two guitars, the piece sets the tone for the rest of the project, which maintains a study in excellence throughout. For a sampling of what the duo sounds like in performance, check out “Prelude No. 2” and “Fugue No. 2,” two pieces from J.S. Bach taken from Book 1 of The Well-Tempered Clavier.

Arranged for two guitars, Small and Clemente give each piece such elegant and simpatico readings. The CD also features original compositions by Small, the work of Granados, Dvorak, traditional and spiritual pieces, and a take of “A Map of the World,” the theme song of the 1999 film of the same name by Pat Metheny. The showpiece however, is “Waterscapes,” a set of variations on the folk song “The Water Is Wide”, arranged by Small, who dedicated the piece to his father, who was “always drawn to oceans, lakes and rivers.” Fast Falls the Eventide is as complete a record as any artist could wish to make. Put it on and wade into its beauty.

While the majority of the CD is instrumental, it is the one song with vocals that drew us to consider the work for our project. The song is titled “When It’s Time” and was co-written by Mark Small’s daughter Meegan. Meegan sings the lyrics on this folk song in a style that seems to magically transport you to some Irish countryside to ponder the design of the universe:

When It’s Time
Words and Music by Mark and Meegan Small

When it’s time we arrive,
For a while we can stay,
When it’s time for leavin’ we’ll go.
There’s an order to all and a master design,
This we’ll each in our own time know.

Feel the warmth of the breeze,
See the grain in the field,
Hear the geese fly over the trees.
The creator above has an eye on it all,
It’s not hard for me to believe.

Would it make sense if all our lives,
Result from random chance?
Evil and good, a happenstance,
Or is there really a plan?

Full moon in the sky,
Brings the rise of the tide,
And the frost brings red to the leaf.
The creator above has his hand in it all,
That’s not hard for me to believe.

Show me a sign the doubter says,
I must see with my eyes.
Just look around is my reply,
For the proof is in earth, sea, and sky.

When it’s time we arrive,
For a while we can stay,
When it’s time for leavin’ we’ll go.
The creator above has been guiding our ways,
This we’ll each in our own time know.
The creator above has been guiding our ways,
This we’ll each in our own day know.

When Its Time (Listen to mp3 file)

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élan – piano solos composed and performed by Tom Splitt

Tuesday, January 16th, 2007
by ID Arts Blogger

Elan Cover

Do our musical abilities in any way reflect or express the larger design of the universe we find ourselves in? Composer and solo pianist, Tom Splitt, thinks so. When you decompose music into notes and octaves it is a precise mathematical language of its own. And yet music can also be a highly creative and spontaneous experience. How do design, talent, creativity, inspiration, and spontaneity combine to form music we love to hear? What does the creative process of music tell us about the creative nature of the universe? Listen as Tom describes the creative process behind several of the songs on this project, then close your eyes and let his music carry you down the rushing river and soaring with the wind.

“élan is an album of piano music. Most of the pieces relate to a place or person. For example, The River came after a visit to Eldorado Canyon in Colorado. I was back home walking across the Michigan Avenue Bridge–which spans the Chicago River–and could not get the sound of that rushing river in the canyon out of my head until I wrote this piece.

Three of the pieces came entirely spontaneously during recording; I had never heard them until they came out of my hands. The Wind and Soaring are two of these, and in listening to the playback, the titles came just as spontaneously. The third piece was a beyond-time experience of eternity, when I was fully aware of being played by the music, of being its instrument, not its source. It was, and is, Grace.” — Tom Splitt

Go here to listen to sample clips, read reviews or to order the élan CD from ARN.

She’s Got No Brain

Wednesday, January 10th, 2007
by Dennis Wagner

By Jim Rogers, MD

Little machines that go
Integrated just so
Blueprint incognito
What makes it grow

Put together so fine
Personalities shine
Words of poetry rhyme
How can you know
What a wonder it is

It’s a silly thing to think we’re dumber
Than Mother Nature who’s got no brain
For evolution it’s quite the bummer
Because she can’t explain
What clearly needs a brain
Mother Nature’s got no brain

Nanotechnology
In cell biology
Professors eulogize
It’s Darwin I surmise

DNA transcription
Protein configuration
Gene translocation
Godly revelation
What a wonder it is

Are we just animals
Roaming the streets because
Some textbook said it was
What we should be

I know there’s more to life
It’s evident despite
Go see the stars at night
There in plain sight

A note about the artist:

I am a physician (MD – Univ of Minnesota 1986) trained in family medicine and practicing for the last 17 years in a small northeast MN town of Cloquet. I do teach medical students and residents and have lectured on ID at the medical school in Duluth MN (informal brown bag talks) and in Kenya’s Tenwek Hospital (a large mission hospital). I’ve been married for 23 years and have 2 teenage kids.

I’ve always had some passion for trying to understand “the big questions” in life, including origins and intelligent design, and I’m not sure how I’d make sense of life without dealing with it, creatively and proactively.

I am also a musician who tries to make interesting music in my home studio. On occasion I might succeed. “She’s Got No Brain” is an original, though I borrowed an instrumental melody from the Wizard of Oz. As I read about the Design vs Darwin debate, I’ve been repeatedly, consistently and profoundly amazed at how the finest brilliant minds in all of science seemingly have less brilliance than a mindless process called evolution. We sometimes call this process “Mother Nature” which perhaps anthropomorphizes what really does not have a brain. We shouldn’t be dumber than a mindless process…it’s a silly thing to think so. Hence my lyrics -

“It’s a silly thing to think we’re dumber – than Mother Nature who’s got no brain. For evolution it’s quite the bummer, because she can’t explain – what clearly needs a brain. Mother Nature – she’s got no brain.”

The song is musically interesting, written mostly in 5/4 and was difficult to come up with a melody initially, as it drops chromatically in half-steps chord-wise. The verse lyrics describe either ID topics (irreducible complexity and molecular machines) or more subtle aspects of life that transcend mechanistic explanations – “personalities shine, words of poetry rhyme”

Jim Rogers

jbrt@aol.com

Listen (.mp3 file)