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Is It From the Birds? Stephen Sondheim Asked the Right Question About Music and Then Preferred Not to Hear the Answer

In November of 1997, Stephen Sondheim sat in his Manhattan townhouse with Mark Eden Horowitz, a senior music specialist from the Library of Congress, and said something extraordinary. Not extraordinary in the way that most Sondheim quotes are extraordinary, which is to say technically precise and laced with a craftsman’s impatience for imprecision. Extraordinary because it was none of those things. It was, instead, the sound of a man who had spent his entire adult life inside music admitting that the existence of music itself was something he could not explain.

A Concordance for Future Scholars

The moment circulates now as a sixty-second clip on social media, stripped of its original context, which was a three-day filmed interview session in which Horowitz, with Sondheim’s manuscripts spread before them, asked the composer to walk through his compositional process show by show. The interviews were intended as a concordance for future scholars. They were the opposite of a talk-show appearance. No audience. No applause. No performance. Just Sondheim, seated alone, head slightly bowed, speaking to the table as much as to Horowitz, working something out in real time.

View this post on Instagram

A transcript of the interview clip follows.

Here is what he said:

Music is a magical art. I don’t know how the human mind ever got to it, because everything else is somehow representational and literal, including painting, but not music. How did that happen? Is it from the birds? What is that from? How do we make music? I can understand vaguely how man learned to speak, because he had to communicate things, but what is this? How did man learn to whistle?

I mean, you know, how do we, and where does the 12-tone scale come from? And blah, blah, blah. And I’m ill-educated this way, so you could probably answer, but it seems to me miraculous. To me, it’s as mysterious as astrology, but unlike astrology, completely believable.

That final line is perfectly constructed. The setup is slow, exploratory, uncharacteristically loose in its syntax, and the payoff lands with the timing of a man who has spent fifty years placing stress on the right syllable. He knows where the laugh is, even in a room with one other person and a camera crew. The performance of the punchline does not cancel the sincerity of the question, though. Both things are happening at once: Sondheim is bewildered, and he is shaping his bewilderment into a deliverable thought. That is what writers do. It does not make the bewilderment false.

Auditory Cheesecake

The question Sondheim is asking is real. It is also old. Darwin raised it in The Descent of Man in 1871, speculating that music might have preceded language as a mechanism for sexual selection, the way birdsong functions in mate attraction. That hypothesis has never been conclusively confirmed or refuted. In the century and a half since, the evolutionary origins of music have generated an extraordinary volume of competing theories and almost no consensus.

Steven Pinker, the cognitive psychologist, famously dismissed music in 1997 (the same year Sondheim was speaking to Horowitz) as “auditory cheesecake,” a byproduct of neural systems that evolved for language processing, spatial reasoning, and emotional regulation. Music, in Pinker’s account, is a pleasure technology that exploits pre-existing cognitive architecture without having been selected for independently. It is, in his framing, an accident of evolution that happens to feel important.

That position was immediately and rightly challenged. The ethnomusicologist John Blacking had argued decades earlier that music-making is a universal human competence, not a specialized talent, and that its presence in every known human culture suggests something more than parasitic exploitation of other cognitive systems. Aniruddh Patel, working at the intersection of neuroscience and music cognition, demonstrated that music and language share neural resources but are not identical processes, and that musical training reshapes the brain in ways that pure language exposure does not. If music were merely cheesecake, it would not leave structural traces in neural architecture.

More recent work has proposed that music is adaptive in its own right: it facilitates infant bonding (lullabies are cross-culturally universal), it coordinates group movement (work songs, military cadence, ritual drumming), it signals coalition membership, and it regulates emotion in ways that have direct survival implications. The anthropologist Joseph Jordania has argued that early hominid group singing and rhythmic movement served a defensive function, producing a coordinated display that deterred predators. Whether or not one accepts that specific mechanism, the broader point stands: music does things in human social life that are not easily explained as side effects of language processing.

So when Sondheim asks “How did that happen? Is it from the birds?” he is asking a question to which the honest scientific answer, even now, is: we do not know for certain. The question is legitimate. What is less legitimate is the framework he wraps around it.

The Option of Representation

“Everything else is somehow representational and literal, including painting, but not music.”

This is wrong, and it is wrong in a way that a man of Sondheim’s cultural literacy should have caught. Painting is not inherently representational. The entire history of abstraction in visual art, stretching from Kandinsky’s first non-objective watercolors in 1910 through Mondrian’s grids, Rothko’s color fields, Agnes Martin’s trembling pencil lines, and the whole of Abstract Expressionism, demonstrates that painting can operate on precisely the same non-referential plane that Sondheim claims is unique to music. When you stand in front of a Rothko and feel something move in your chest, you are not decoding a representation. You are responding to organized color, proportion, and scale in a way that is structurally identical to responding to organized sound. Neither the painting nor the chord “means” anything in the propositional sense. Both produce experience without reference.

Sondheim, who loved puzzles and who approached problems with a logician’s temperament, is drawing a boundary here that does not hold. His category error is instructive, though, because it reveals what he actually means. He does not really mean that painting is always literal. He means that painting can be literal, that it has the option of representation, and that this option gives it an explicable origin story: early humans needed to record what they saw, so they drew on cave walls. Language has a similar origin story: early humans needed to coordinate hunting and warn each other of danger, so they developed vocalizations that referred to things in the shared environment. Music, in Sondheim’s framing, has no such origin story. It does not point at anything. It does not carry survival-critical information. It simply exists, and everyone responds to it, and nobody knows why.

This version of the argument has problems, too. Language is not purely functional. If language existed only to communicate propositional content, poetry would not exist. Lullabies would not exist. Glossolalia would not exist. The musical qualities of speech itself (prosody, rhythm, pitch contour, the rise at the end of a question, the drop at the end of a declaration) are not informational features. They are expressive features, and they sit on a continuum with music rather than on the opposite side of a clean divide. The boundary between speech and song is blurry in practice, and several researchers (including the musicologist Steven Brown) have proposed that music and language descended from a common proto-expressive system that only later differentiated into separate streams. If that model is correct, then Sondheim’s framing of language-as-communication versus music-as-mystery is not a real opposition. It is a retrospective illusion created by looking at two branches of the same tree and asking why one of them has leaves.

You Cannot Fact-Check a Melody

Strip away the sloppy premises, though, and something solid remains. Music’s relationship to meaning is unlike language’s relationship to meaning, and this asymmetry is a structural feature of the two systems, not a romantic invention of composers protecting their guild secrets.

A sentence can be true or false. “The cat is on the mat” is either an accurate description of a state of affairs or it is not. A chord cannot be true or false. A C minor triad is not making a claim about the world. It is not referring to anything outside itself. You cannot fact-check a melody. Music operates in a domain where the very concept of reference, which is foundational to how language generates meaning, does not apply.

Music produces meaning anyway. Not propositional meaning, not the kind that can be paraphrased or translated into another form without loss, but experiential meaning: the sense that something has been communicated, that you have understood something that was not said. When the bassoon opens Stravinsky’s Rite of Spring in that strained high register, you feel physical unease. When Sondheim’s own score for Sweeney Todd drops that Bernard Herrmann chord into the orchestration, the audience’s bodies register dread before their minds process the harmonic information. These are real effects with real neurological substrates. The amygdala responds to certain dissonant intervals. Rhythmic entrainment synchronizes motor cortex activity across listeners. The dopaminergic system fires in anticipation of harmonic resolution. The mechanisms are increasingly describable. The description does not dissolve the mystery, because knowing that dopamine is released when a suspended chord resolves does not explain why organized sound produces subjective experience in the first place. It only pushes the question back one level.

Sondheim’s question, the one underneath his stated question, was not really “where does the 12-tone scale come from?” That question has a technical answer. The equal temperament system is a mathematical compromise that divides the octave into twelve logarithmically equal intervals to permit modulation between keys, and it became standard in Western music through a series of practical and aesthetic decisions between the sixteenth and eighteenth centuries. His actual question was: why does organized sound produce emotion in the absence of reference? Why do human beings, across every culture and every period of recorded history, take vibrations in the air and arrange them into patterns that make other human beings feel things?

That question remains open. The evolutionary accounts explain why music might be useful, but they do not explain why it feels the way it feels. The neuroscientific accounts map the brain activity that corresponds to musical experience, but they do not explain why that brain activity is accompanied by subjective experience at all, which is the hard problem of consciousness wearing a musical costume. The acoustic accounts describe the physics of the overtone series and the mathematical relationships between frequencies, but they do not explain why a minor third sounds sad to Western ears, or whether it sounds sad to ears trained in other tonal systems, or what “sounding sad” even means at the level of physical vibration.

The Puzzle Without a Solution

Sondheim was not, I think, being coy when he asked these questions. He was not performing the standard artist-as-mystic routine, in which the creator claims special access to forces that ordinary mortals cannot comprehend. He spent his entire career attacking that posture. He told interviewers that his college professor Robert Barrow had cured him of the belief that inspiration descended from above, that the revelation of understanding what a leading tone does and what a diatonic scale is had shown him that composition was “something worked out,” not something received. He called art “an attempt to bring order out of chaos” and compared songwriting to solving crossword puzzles. No one in the history of American musical theater was more committed to demystifying the process of making music.

That history is what makes this moment so unusual. Here is a man who demystified everything about how music is made, admitting that the bare fact of music’s existence remains mysterious to him. He cracked every local puzzle. He understood voice leading, harmonic substitution, the precise relationship between syllabic stress and melodic contour, the dramaturgical function of a vamp, the architecture of a twelve-bar modulation. He knew how to build the thing. He did not know why the thing existed to be built.

And he had been asking, in one form or another, for over thirty years. “How did man learn to whistle?” is not an idle example. In 1964, Sondheim opened Anyone Can Whistle with a song built on the same question, given to a character named Fay Apple who cannot do the thing everyone else finds natural. “Anyone can whistle, that’s what they say, easy,” the lyric begins, and then turns: “So someone tell me why can’t I?” The song is not about whistling. It is about the gap between capacities that appear universal and the lived experience of finding them impossible. Fay cannot let go, cannot be spontaneous, cannot perform the act that “anyone” supposedly can. In 1964, Sondheim wrote that question as dramatic psychology, embedded in a character’s specific anguish. In 1997, sitting with Horowitz, the character is gone, the dramatic frame is gone, and the question has become his own. He is no longer writing through someone else. He is asking it as himself, without the protective apparatus of fiction. The altitude has changed: Fay Apple’s question was why she, individually, could not access something innate; Sondheim’s 1997 question is why the innate thing exists at all. But it is the same bewilderment, carried forward three decades, stripped of costume and orchestration.

The “blah, blah, blah” is the tell. That is not Sondheim’s diction. He was a man who chose every word with a jeweler’s attention to weight and setting. Here, the precision abandons him. He is gesturing toward a set of questions he knows he cannot pursue with the rigor he would demand of himself. He is waving off his own inquiry, not out of boredom, but because he recognizes that he lacks the equipment to follow it. “I’m ill-educated this way, so you could probably answer” is simultaneously self-deprecating and self-protective: it acknowledges the gap in his knowledge while declining to fill it. He does not want the answer. He wants the question to remain a question. The inexplicability of music flatters the art form he gave his life to, and the alternative, a fully mechanistic explanation of music as an emergent property of neural computation and evolutionary pressure, would feel reductive to him even if it were true.

That preference for mystery over explanation is recognizable in many brilliant practitioners. A carpenter who builds flawless joints does not need to understand the molecular structure of wood. A poet who writes devastating lines does not need a theory of phonaesthetics. Sondheim composed at the highest level for more than half a century, and his inability to explain why music exists did not impair his ability to make it. The question was, for him, an object of wonder rather than a research problem. He held it up to the light, turned it over, admired its opacity, and set it back down.

The rest of us are allowed to pick it up again.

Is It From the Birds? Stephen Sondheim Asked the Right Question About Music and Then Preferred Not to Hear the Answer

In November of 1997, Stephen Sondheim sat in his Manhattan townhouse with Mark Eden Horowitz, a senior music specialist from the Library of Congress, and said something extraordinary. Not extraordinary in the way that most Sondheim quotes are extraordinary, which is to say technically precise and laced with a craftsman’s impatience for imprecision. Extraordinary because it was none of those things. It was, instead, the sound of a man who had spent his entire adult life inside music admitting that the existence of music itself was something he could not explain.

A Concordance for Future Scholars

The moment circulates now as a sixty-second clip on social media, stripped of its original context, which was a three-day filmed interview session in which Horowitz, with Sondheim’s manuscripts spread before them, asked the composer to walk through his compositional process show by show. The interviews were intended as a concordance for future scholars. They were the opposite of a talk-show appearance. No audience. No applause. No performance. Just Sondheim, seated alone, head slightly bowed, speaking to the table as much as to Horowitz, working something out in real time.

View this post on Instagram

A transcript of the interview clip follows.

Here is what he said:

Music is a magical art. I don’t know how the human mind ever got to it, because everything else is somehow representational and literal, including painting, but not music. How did that happen? Is it from the birds? What is that from? How do we make music? I can understand vaguely how man learned to speak, because he had to communicate things, but what is this? How did man learn to whistle?

I mean, you know, how do we, and where does the 12-tone scale come from? And blah, blah, blah. And I’m ill-educated this way, so you could probably answer, but it seems to me miraculous. To me, it’s as mysterious as astrology, but unlike astrology, completely believable.

That final line is perfectly constructed. The setup is slow, exploratory, uncharacteristically loose in its syntax, and the payoff lands with the timing of a man who has spent fifty years placing stress on the right syllable. He knows where the laugh is, even in a room with one other person and a camera crew. The performance of the punchline does not cancel the sincerity of the question, though. Both things are happening at once: Sondheim is bewildered, and he is shaping his bewilderment into a deliverable thought. That is what writers do. It does not make the bewilderment false.

Auditory Cheesecake

The question Sondheim is asking is real. It is also old. Darwin raised it in The Descent of Man in 1871, speculating that music might have preceded language as a mechanism for sexual selection, the way birdsong functions in mate attraction. That hypothesis has never been conclusively confirmed or refuted. In the century and a half since, the evolutionary origins of music have generated an extraordinary volume of competing theories and almost no consensus.

Steven Pinker, the cognitive psychologist, famously dismissed music in 1997 (the same year Sondheim was speaking to Horowitz) as “auditory cheesecake,” a byproduct of neural systems that evolved for language processing, spatial reasoning, and emotional regulation. Music, in Pinker’s account, is a pleasure technology that exploits pre-existing cognitive architecture without having been selected for independently. It is, in his framing, an accident of evolution that happens to feel important.

That position was immediately and rightly challenged. The ethnomusicologist John Blacking had argued decades earlier that music-making is a universal human competence, not a specialized talent, and that its presence in every known human culture suggests something more than parasitic exploitation of other cognitive systems. Aniruddh Patel, working at the intersection of neuroscience and music cognition, demonstrated that music and language share neural resources but are not identical processes, and that musical training reshapes the brain in ways that pure language exposure does not. If music were merely cheesecake, it would not leave structural traces in neural architecture.

More recent work has proposed that music is adaptive in its own right: it facilitates infant bonding (lullabies are cross-culturally universal), it coordinates group movement (work songs, military cadence, ritual drumming), it signals coalition membership, and it regulates emotion in ways that have direct survival implications. The anthropologist Joseph Jordania has argued that early hominid group singing and rhythmic movement served a defensive function, producing a coordinated display that deterred predators. Whether or not one accepts that specific mechanism, the broader point stands: music does things in human social life that are not easily explained as side effects of language processing.

So when Sondheim asks “How did that happen? Is it from the birds?” he is asking a question to which the honest scientific answer, even now, is: we do not know for certain. The question is legitimate. What is less legitimate is the framework he wraps around it.

The Option of Representation

“Everything else is somehow representational and literal, including painting, but not music.”

This is wrong, and it is wrong in a way that a man of Sondheim’s cultural literacy should have caught. Painting is not inherently representational. The entire history of abstraction in visual art, stretching from Kandinsky’s first non-objective watercolors in 1910 through Mondrian’s grids, Rothko’s color fields, Agnes Martin’s trembling pencil lines, and the whole of Abstract Expressionism, demonstrates that painting can operate on precisely the same non-referential plane that Sondheim claims is unique to music. When you stand in front of a Rothko and feel something move in your chest, you are not decoding a representation. You are responding to organized color, proportion, and scale in a way that is structurally identical to responding to organized sound. Neither the painting nor the chord “means” anything in the propositional sense. Both produce experience without reference.

Sondheim, who loved puzzles and who approached problems with a logician’s temperament, is drawing a boundary here that does not hold. His category error is instructive, though, because it reveals what he actually means. He does not really mean that painting is always literal. He means that painting can be literal, that it has the option of representation, and that this option gives it an explicable origin story: early humans needed to record what they saw, so they drew on cave walls. Language has a similar origin story: early humans needed to coordinate hunting and warn each other of danger, so they developed vocalizations that referred to things in the shared environment. Music, in Sondheim’s framing, has no such origin story. It does not point at anything. It does not carry survival-critical information. It simply exists, and everyone responds to it, and nobody knows why.

This version of the argument has problems, too. Language is not purely functional. If language existed only to communicate propositional content, poetry would not exist. Lullabies would not exist. Glossolalia would not exist. The musical qualities of speech itself (prosody, rhythm, pitch contour, the rise at the end of a question, the drop at the end of a declaration) are not informational features. They are expressive features, and they sit on a continuum with music rather than on the opposite side of a clean divide. The boundary between speech and song is blurry in practice, and several researchers (including the musicologist Steven Brown) have proposed that music and language descended from a common proto-expressive system that only later differentiated into separate streams. If that model is correct, then Sondheim’s framing of language-as-communication versus music-as-mystery is not a real opposition. It is a retrospective illusion created by looking at two branches of the same tree and asking why one of them has leaves.

You Cannot Fact-Check a Melody

Strip away the sloppy premises, though, and something solid remains. Music’s relationship to meaning is unlike language’s relationship to meaning, and this asymmetry is a structural feature of the two systems, not a romantic invention of composers protecting their guild secrets.

A sentence can be true or false. “The cat is on the mat” is either an accurate description of a state of affairs or it is not. A chord cannot be true or false. A C minor triad is not making a claim about the world. It is not referring to anything outside itself. You cannot fact-check a melody. Music operates in a domain where the very concept of reference, which is foundational to how language generates meaning, does not apply.

Music produces meaning anyway. Not propositional meaning, not the kind that can be paraphrased or translated into another form without loss, but experiential meaning: the sense that something has been communicated, that you have understood something that was not said. When the bassoon opens Stravinsky’s Rite of Spring in that strained high register, you feel physical unease. When Sondheim’s own score for Sweeney Todd drops that Bernard Herrmann chord into the orchestration, the audience’s bodies register dread before their minds process the harmonic information. These are real effects with real neurological substrates. The amygdala responds to certain dissonant intervals. Rhythmic entrainment synchronizes motor cortex activity across listeners. The dopaminergic system fires in anticipation of harmonic resolution. The mechanisms are increasingly describable. The description does not dissolve the mystery, because knowing that dopamine is released when a suspended chord resolves does not explain why organized sound produces subjective experience in the first place. It only pushes the question back one level.

Sondheim’s question, the one underneath his stated question, was not really “where does the 12-tone scale come from?” That question has a technical answer. The equal temperament system is a mathematical compromise that divides the octave into twelve logarithmically equal intervals to permit modulation between keys, and it became standard in Western music through a series of practical and aesthetic decisions between the sixteenth and eighteenth centuries. His actual question was: why does organized sound produce emotion in the absence of reference? Why do human beings, across every culture and every period of recorded history, take vibrations in the air and arrange them into patterns that make other human beings feel things?

That question remains open. The evolutionary accounts explain why music might be useful, but they do not explain why it feels the way it feels. The neuroscientific accounts map the brain activity that corresponds to musical experience, but they do not explain why that brain activity is accompanied by subjective experience at all, which is the hard problem of consciousness wearing a musical costume. The acoustic accounts describe the physics of the overtone series and the mathematical relationships between frequencies, but they do not explain why a minor third sounds sad to Western ears, or whether it sounds sad to ears trained in other tonal systems, or what “sounding sad” even means at the level of physical vibration.

The Puzzle Without a Solution

Sondheim was not, I think, being coy when he asked these questions. He was not performing the standard artist-as-mystic routine, in which the creator claims special access to forces that ordinary mortals cannot comprehend. He spent his entire career attacking that posture. He told interviewers that his college professor Robert Barrow had cured him of the belief that inspiration descended from above, that the revelation of understanding what a leading tone does and what a diatonic scale is had shown him that composition was “something worked out,” not something received. He called art “an attempt to bring order out of chaos” and compared songwriting to solving crossword puzzles. No one in the history of American musical theater was more committed to demystifying the process of making music.

That history is what makes this moment so unusual. Here is a man who demystified everything about how music is made, admitting that the bare fact of music’s existence remains mysterious to him. He cracked every local puzzle. He understood voice leading, harmonic substitution, the precise relationship between syllabic stress and melodic contour, the dramaturgical function of a vamp, the architecture of a twelve-bar modulation. He knew how to build the thing. He did not know why the thing existed to be built.

And he had been asking, in one form or another, for over thirty years. “How did man learn to whistle?” is not an idle example. In 1964, Sondheim opened Anyone Can Whistle with a song built on the same question, given to a character named Fay Apple who cannot do the thing everyone else finds natural. “Anyone can whistle, that’s what they say, easy,” the lyric begins, and then turns: “So someone tell me why can’t I?” The song is not about whistling. It is about the gap between capacities that appear universal and the lived experience of finding them impossible. Fay cannot let go, cannot be spontaneous, cannot perform the act that “anyone” supposedly can. In 1964, Sondheim wrote that question as dramatic psychology, embedded in a character’s specific anguish. In 1997, sitting with Horowitz, the character is gone, the dramatic frame is gone, and the question has become his own. He is no longer writing through someone else. He is asking it as himself, without the protective apparatus of fiction. The altitude has changed: Fay Apple’s question was why she, individually, could not access something innate; Sondheim’s 1997 question is why the innate thing exists at all. But it is the same bewilderment, carried forward three decades, stripped of costume and orchestration.

The “blah, blah, blah” is the tell. That is not Sondheim’s diction. He was a man who chose every word with a jeweler’s attention to weight and setting. Here, the precision abandons him. He is gesturing toward a set of questions he knows he cannot pursue with the rigor he would demand of himself. He is waving off his own inquiry, not out of boredom, but because he recognizes that he lacks the equipment to follow it. “I’m ill-educated this way, so you could probably answer” is simultaneously self-deprecating and self-protective: it acknowledges the gap in his knowledge while declining to fill it. He does not want the answer. He wants the question to remain a question. The inexplicability of music flatters the art form he gave his life to, and the alternative, a fully mechanistic explanation of music as an emergent property of neural computation and evolutionary pressure, would feel reductive to him even if it were true.

That preference for mystery over explanation is recognizable in many brilliant practitioners. A carpenter who builds flawless joints does not need to understand the molecular structure of wood. A poet who writes devastating lines does not need a theory of phonaesthetics. Sondheim composed at the highest level for more than half a century, and his inability to explain why music exists did not impair his ability to make it. The question was, for him, an object of wonder rather than a research problem. He held it up to the light, turned it over, admired its opacity, and set it back down.

The rest of us are allowed to pick it up again.

Is It From the Birds? Stephen Sondheim Asked the Right Question About Music and Then Preferred Not to Hear the Answer

In November of 1997, Stephen Sondheim sat in his Manhattan townhouse with Mark Eden Horowitz, a senior music specialist from the Library of Congress, and said something extraordinary. Not extraordinary in the way that most Sondheim quotes are extraordinary, which is to say technically precise and laced with a craftsman’s impatience for imprecision. Extraordinary because it was none of those things. It was, instead, the sound of a man who had spent his entire adult life inside music admitting that the existence of music itself was something he could not explain.

A Concordance for Future Scholars

The moment circulates now as a sixty-second clip on social media, stripped of its original context, which was a three-day filmed interview session in which Horowitz, with Sondheim’s manuscripts spread before them, asked the composer to walk through his compositional process show by show. The interviews were intended as a concordance for future scholars. They were the opposite of a talk-show appearance. No audience. No applause. No performance. Just Sondheim, seated alone, head slightly bowed, speaking to the table as much as to Horowitz, working something out in real time.

View this post on Instagram

A transcript of the interview clip follows.

Here is what he said:

Music is a magical art. I don’t know how the human mind ever got to it, because everything else is somehow representational and literal, including painting, but not music. How did that happen? Is it from the birds? What is that from? How do we make music? I can understand vaguely how man learned to speak, because he had to communicate things, but what is this? How did man learn to whistle?

I mean, you know, how do we, and where does the 12-tone scale come from? And blah, blah, blah. And I’m ill-educated this way, so you could probably answer, but it seems to me miraculous. To me, it’s as mysterious as astrology, but unlike astrology, completely believable.

That final line is perfectly constructed. The setup is slow, exploratory, uncharacteristically loose in its syntax, and the payoff lands with the timing of a man who has spent fifty years placing stress on the right syllable. He knows where the laugh is, even in a room with one other person and a camera crew. The performance of the punchline does not cancel the sincerity of the question, though. Both things are happening at once: Sondheim is bewildered, and he is shaping his bewilderment into a deliverable thought. That is what writers do. It does not make the bewilderment false.

Auditory Cheesecake

The question Sondheim is asking is real. It is also old. Darwin raised it in The Descent of Man in 1871, speculating that music might have preceded language as a mechanism for sexual selection, the way birdsong functions in mate attraction. That hypothesis has never been conclusively confirmed or refuted. In the century and a half since, the evolutionary origins of music have generated an extraordinary volume of competing theories and almost no consensus.

Steven Pinker, the cognitive psychologist, famously dismissed music in 1997 (the same year Sondheim was speaking to Horowitz) as “auditory cheesecake,” a byproduct of neural systems that evolved for language processing, spatial reasoning, and emotional regulation. Music, in Pinker’s account, is a pleasure technology that exploits pre-existing cognitive architecture without having been selected for independently. It is, in his framing, an accident of evolution that happens to feel important.

That position was immediately and rightly challenged. The ethnomusicologist John Blacking had argued decades earlier that music-making is a universal human competence, not a specialized talent, and that its presence in every known human culture suggests something more than parasitic exploitation of other cognitive systems. Aniruddh Patel, working at the intersection of neuroscience and music cognition, demonstrated that music and language share neural resources but are not identical processes, and that musical training reshapes the brain in ways that pure language exposure does not. If music were merely cheesecake, it would not leave structural traces in neural architecture.

More recent work has proposed that music is adaptive in its own right: it facilitates infant bonding (lullabies are cross-culturally universal), it coordinates group movement (work songs, military cadence, ritual drumming), it signals coalition membership, and it regulates emotion in ways that have direct survival implications. The anthropologist Joseph Jordania has argued that early hominid group singing and rhythmic movement served a defensive function, producing a coordinated display that deterred predators. Whether or not one accepts that specific mechanism, the broader point stands: music does things in human social life that are not easily explained as side effects of language processing.

So when Sondheim asks “How did that happen? Is it from the birds?” he is asking a question to which the honest scientific answer, even now, is: we do not know for certain. The question is legitimate. What is less legitimate is the framework he wraps around it.

The Option of Representation

“Everything else is somehow representational and literal, including painting, but not music.”

This is wrong, and it is wrong in a way that a man of Sondheim’s cultural literacy should have caught. Painting is not inherently representational. The entire history of abstraction in visual art, stretching from Kandinsky’s first non-objective watercolors in 1910 through Mondrian’s grids, Rothko’s color fields, Agnes Martin’s trembling pencil lines, and the whole of Abstract Expressionism, demonstrates that painting can operate on precisely the same non-referential plane that Sondheim claims is unique to music. When you stand in front of a Rothko and feel something move in your chest, you are not decoding a representation. You are responding to organized color, proportion, and scale in a way that is structurally identical to responding to organized sound. Neither the painting nor the chord “means” anything in the propositional sense. Both produce experience without reference.

Sondheim, who loved puzzles and who approached problems with a logician’s temperament, is drawing a boundary here that does not hold. His category error is instructive, though, because it reveals what he actually means. He does not really mean that painting is always literal. He means that painting can be literal, that it has the option of representation, and that this option gives it an explicable origin story: early humans needed to record what they saw, so they drew on cave walls. Language has a similar origin story: early humans needed to coordinate hunting and warn each other of danger, so they developed vocalizations that referred to things in the shared environment. Music, in Sondheim’s framing, has no such origin story. It does not point at anything. It does not carry survival-critical information. It simply exists, and everyone responds to it, and nobody knows why.

This version of the argument has problems, too. Language is not purely functional. If language existed only to communicate propositional content, poetry would not exist. Lullabies would not exist. Glossolalia would not exist. The musical qualities of speech itself (prosody, rhythm, pitch contour, the rise at the end of a question, the drop at the end of a declaration) are not informational features. They are expressive features, and they sit on a continuum with music rather than on the opposite side of a clean divide. The boundary between speech and song is blurry in practice, and several researchers (including the musicologist Steven Brown) have proposed that music and language descended from a common proto-expressive system that only later differentiated into separate streams. If that model is correct, then Sondheim’s framing of language-as-communication versus music-as-mystery is not a real opposition. It is a retrospective illusion created by looking at two branches of the same tree and asking why one of them has leaves.

You Cannot Fact-Check a Melody

Strip away the sloppy premises, though, and something solid remains. Music’s relationship to meaning is unlike language’s relationship to meaning, and this asymmetry is a structural feature of the two systems, not a romantic invention of composers protecting their guild secrets.

A sentence can be true or false. “The cat is on the mat” is either an accurate description of a state of affairs or it is not. A chord cannot be true or false. A C minor triad is not making a claim about the world. It is not referring to anything outside itself. You cannot fact-check a melody. Music operates in a domain where the very concept of reference, which is foundational to how language generates meaning, does not apply.

Music produces meaning anyway. Not propositional meaning, not the kind that can be paraphrased or translated into another form without loss, but experiential meaning: the sense that something has been communicated, that you have understood something that was not said. When the bassoon opens Stravinsky’s Rite of Spring in that strained high register, you feel physical unease. When Sondheim’s own score for Sweeney Todd drops that Bernard Herrmann chord into the orchestration, the audience’s bodies register dread before their minds process the harmonic information. These are real effects with real neurological substrates. The amygdala responds to certain dissonant intervals. Rhythmic entrainment synchronizes motor cortex activity across listeners. The dopaminergic system fires in anticipation of harmonic resolution. The mechanisms are increasingly describable. The description does not dissolve the mystery, because knowing that dopamine is released when a suspended chord resolves does not explain why organized sound produces subjective experience in the first place. It only pushes the question back one level.

Sondheim’s question, the one underneath his stated question, was not really “where does the 12-tone scale come from?” That question has a technical answer. The equal temperament system is a mathematical compromise that divides the octave into twelve logarithmically equal intervals to permit modulation between keys, and it became standard in Western music through a series of practical and aesthetic decisions between the sixteenth and eighteenth centuries. His actual question was: why does organized sound produce emotion in the absence of reference? Why do human beings, across every culture and every period of recorded history, take vibrations in the air and arrange them into patterns that make other human beings feel things?

That question remains open. The evolutionary accounts explain why music might be useful, but they do not explain why it feels the way it feels. The neuroscientific accounts map the brain activity that corresponds to musical experience, but they do not explain why that brain activity is accompanied by subjective experience at all, which is the hard problem of consciousness wearing a musical costume. The acoustic accounts describe the physics of the overtone series and the mathematical relationships between frequencies, but they do not explain why a minor third sounds sad to Western ears, or whether it sounds sad to ears trained in other tonal systems, or what “sounding sad” even means at the level of physical vibration.

The Puzzle Without a Solution

Sondheim was not, I think, being coy when he asked these questions. He was not performing the standard artist-as-mystic routine, in which the creator claims special access to forces that ordinary mortals cannot comprehend. He spent his entire career attacking that posture. He told interviewers that his college professor Robert Barrow had cured him of the belief that inspiration descended from above, that the revelation of understanding what a leading tone does and what a diatonic scale is had shown him that composition was “something worked out,” not something received. He called art “an attempt to bring order out of chaos” and compared songwriting to solving crossword puzzles. No one in the history of American musical theater was more committed to demystifying the process of making music.

That history is what makes this moment so unusual. Here is a man who demystified everything about how music is made, admitting that the bare fact of music’s existence remains mysterious to him. He cracked every local puzzle. He understood voice leading, harmonic substitution, the precise relationship between syllabic stress and melodic contour, the dramaturgical function of a vamp, the architecture of a twelve-bar modulation. He knew how to build the thing. He did not know why the thing existed to be built.

And he had been asking, in one form or another, for over thirty years. “How did man learn to whistle?” is not an idle example. In 1964, Sondheim opened Anyone Can Whistle with a song built on the same question, given to a character named Fay Apple who cannot do the thing everyone else finds natural. “Anyone can whistle, that’s what they say, easy,” the lyric begins, and then turns: “So someone tell me why can’t I?” The song is not about whistling. It is about the gap between capacities that appear universal and the lived experience of finding them impossible. Fay cannot let go, cannot be spontaneous, cannot perform the act that “anyone” supposedly can. In 1964, Sondheim wrote that question as dramatic psychology, embedded in a character’s specific anguish. In 1997, sitting with Horowitz, the character is gone, the dramatic frame is gone, and the question has become his own. He is no longer writing through someone else. He is asking it as himself, without the protective apparatus of fiction. The altitude has changed: Fay Apple’s question was why she, individually, could not access something innate; Sondheim’s 1997 question is why the innate thing exists at all. But it is the same bewilderment, carried forward three decades, stripped of costume and orchestration.

The “blah, blah, blah” is the tell. That is not Sondheim’s diction. He was a man who chose every word with a jeweler’s attention to weight and setting. Here, the precision abandons him. He is gesturing toward a set of questions he knows he cannot pursue with the rigor he would demand of himself. He is waving off his own inquiry, not out of boredom, but because he recognizes that he lacks the equipment to follow it. “I’m ill-educated this way, so you could probably answer” is simultaneously self-deprecating and self-protective: it acknowledges the gap in his knowledge while declining to fill it. He does not want the answer. He wants the question to remain a question. The inexplicability of music flatters the art form he gave his life to, and the alternative, a fully mechanistic explanation of music as an emergent property of neural computation and evolutionary pressure, would feel reductive to him even if it were true.

That preference for mystery over explanation is recognizable in many brilliant practitioners. A carpenter who builds flawless joints does not need to understand the molecular structure of wood. A poet who writes devastating lines does not need a theory of phonaesthetics. Sondheim composed at the highest level for more than half a century, and his inability to explain why music exists did not impair his ability to make it. The question was, for him, an object of wonder rather than a research problem. He held it up to the light, turned it over, admired its opacity, and set it back down.

The rest of us are allowed to pick it up again.

Is It From the Birds? Stephen Sondheim Asked the Right Question About Music and Then Preferred Not to Hear the Answer

In November of 1997, Stephen Sondheim sat in his Manhattan townhouse with Mark Eden Horowitz, a senior music specialist from the Library of Congress, and said something extraordinary. Not extraordinary in the way that most Sondheim quotes are extraordinary, which is to say technically precise and laced with a craftsman’s impatience for imprecision. Extraordinary because it was none of those things. It was, instead, the sound of a man who had spent his entire adult life inside music admitting that the existence of music itself was something he could not explain.

A Concordance for Future Scholars

The moment circulates now as a sixty-second clip on social media, stripped of its original context, which was a three-day filmed interview session in which Horowitz, with Sondheim’s manuscripts spread before them, asked the composer to walk through his compositional process show by show. The interviews were intended as a concordance for future scholars. They were the opposite of a talk-show appearance. No audience. No applause. No performance. Just Sondheim, seated alone, head slightly bowed, speaking to the table as much as to Horowitz, working something out in real time.

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A transcript of the interview clip follows.

Here is what he said:

Music is a magical art. I don’t know how the human mind ever got to it, because everything else is somehow representational and literal, including painting, but not music. How did that happen? Is it from the birds? What is that from? How do we make music? I can understand vaguely how man learned to speak, because he had to communicate things, but what is this? How did man learn to whistle?

I mean, you know, how do we, and where does the 12-tone scale come from? And blah, blah, blah. And I’m ill-educated this way, so you could probably answer, but it seems to me miraculous. To me, it’s as mysterious as astrology, but unlike astrology, completely believable.

That final line is perfectly constructed. The setup is slow, exploratory, uncharacteristically loose in its syntax, and the payoff lands with the timing of a man who has spent fifty years placing stress on the right syllable. He knows where the laugh is, even in a room with one other person and a camera crew. The performance of the punchline does not cancel the sincerity of the question, though. Both things are happening at once: Sondheim is bewildered, and he is shaping his bewilderment into a deliverable thought. That is what writers do. It does not make the bewilderment false.

Auditory Cheesecake

The question Sondheim is asking is real. It is also old. Darwin raised it in The Descent of Man in 1871, speculating that music might have preceded language as a mechanism for sexual selection, the way birdsong functions in mate attraction. That hypothesis has never been conclusively confirmed or refuted. In the century and a half since, the evolutionary origins of music have generated an extraordinary volume of competing theories and almost no consensus.

Steven Pinker, the cognitive psychologist, famously dismissed music in 1997 (the same year Sondheim was speaking to Horowitz) as “auditory cheesecake,” a byproduct of neural systems that evolved for language processing, spatial reasoning, and emotional regulation. Music, in Pinker’s account, is a pleasure technology that exploits pre-existing cognitive architecture without having been selected for independently. It is, in his framing, an accident of evolution that happens to feel important.

That position was immediately and rightly challenged. The ethnomusicologist John Blacking had argued decades earlier that music-making is a universal human competence, not a specialized talent, and that its presence in every known human culture suggests something more than parasitic exploitation of other cognitive systems. Aniruddh Patel, working at the intersection of neuroscience and music cognition, demonstrated that music and language share neural resources but are not identical processes, and that musical training reshapes the brain in ways that pure language exposure does not. If music were merely cheesecake, it would not leave structural traces in neural architecture.

More recent work has proposed that music is adaptive in its own right: it facilitates infant bonding (lullabies are cross-culturally universal), it coordinates group movement (work songs, military cadence, ritual drumming), it signals coalition membership, and it regulates emotion in ways that have direct survival implications. The anthropologist Joseph Jordania has argued that early hominid group singing and rhythmic movement served a defensive function, producing a coordinated display that deterred predators. Whether or not one accepts that specific mechanism, the broader point stands: music does things in human social life that are not easily explained as side effects of language processing.

So when Sondheim asks “How did that happen? Is it from the birds?” he is asking a question to which the honest scientific answer, even now, is: we do not know for certain. The question is legitimate. What is less legitimate is the framework he wraps around it.

The Option of Representation

“Everything else is somehow representational and literal, including painting, but not music.”

This is wrong, and it is wrong in a way that a man of Sondheim’s cultural literacy should have caught. Painting is not inherently representational. The entire history of abstraction in visual art, stretching from Kandinsky’s first non-objective watercolors in 1910 through Mondrian’s grids, Rothko’s color fields, Agnes Martin’s trembling pencil lines, and the whole of Abstract Expressionism, demonstrates that painting can operate on precisely the same non-referential plane that Sondheim claims is unique to music. When you stand in front of a Rothko and feel something move in your chest, you are not decoding a representation. You are responding to organized color, proportion, and scale in a way that is structurally identical to responding to organized sound. Neither the painting nor the chord “means” anything in the propositional sense. Both produce experience without reference.

Sondheim, who loved puzzles and who approached problems with a logician’s temperament, is drawing a boundary here that does not hold. His category error is instructive, though, because it reveals what he actually means. He does not really mean that painting is always literal. He means that painting can be literal, that it has the option of representation, and that this option gives it an explicable origin story: early humans needed to record what they saw, so they drew on cave walls. Language has a similar origin story: early humans needed to coordinate hunting and warn each other of danger, so they developed vocalizations that referred to things in the shared environment. Music, in Sondheim’s framing, has no such origin story. It does not point at anything. It does not carry survival-critical information. It simply exists, and everyone responds to it, and nobody knows why.

This version of the argument has problems, too. Language is not purely functional. If language existed only to communicate propositional content, poetry would not exist. Lullabies would not exist. Glossolalia would not exist. The musical qualities of speech itself (prosody, rhythm, pitch contour, the rise at the end of a question, the drop at the end of a declaration) are not informational features. They are expressive features, and they sit on a continuum with music rather than on the opposite side of a clean divide. The boundary between speech and song is blurry in practice, and several researchers (including the musicologist Steven Brown) have proposed that music and language descended from a common proto-expressive system that only later differentiated into separate streams. If that model is correct, then Sondheim’s framing of language-as-communication versus music-as-mystery is not a real opposition. It is a retrospective illusion created by looking at two branches of the same tree and asking why one of them has leaves.

You Cannot Fact-Check a Melody

Strip away the sloppy premises, though, and something solid remains. Music’s relationship to meaning is unlike language’s relationship to meaning, and this asymmetry is a structural feature of the two systems, not a romantic invention of composers protecting their guild secrets.

A sentence can be true or false. “The cat is on the mat” is either an accurate description of a state of affairs or it is not. A chord cannot be true or false. A C minor triad is not making a claim about the world. It is not referring to anything outside itself. You cannot fact-check a melody. Music operates in a domain where the very concept of reference, which is foundational to how language generates meaning, does not apply.

Music produces meaning anyway. Not propositional meaning, not the kind that can be paraphrased or translated into another form without loss, but experiential meaning: the sense that something has been communicated, that you have understood something that was not said. When the bassoon opens Stravinsky’s Rite of Spring in that strained high register, you feel physical unease. When Sondheim’s own score for Sweeney Todd drops that Bernard Herrmann chord into the orchestration, the audience’s bodies register dread before their minds process the harmonic information. These are real effects with real neurological substrates. The amygdala responds to certain dissonant intervals. Rhythmic entrainment synchronizes motor cortex activity across listeners. The dopaminergic system fires in anticipation of harmonic resolution. The mechanisms are increasingly describable. The description does not dissolve the mystery, because knowing that dopamine is released when a suspended chord resolves does not explain why organized sound produces subjective experience in the first place. It only pushes the question back one level.

Sondheim’s question, the one underneath his stated question, was not really “where does the 12-tone scale come from?” That question has a technical answer. The equal temperament system is a mathematical compromise that divides the octave into twelve logarithmically equal intervals to permit modulation between keys, and it became standard in Western music through a series of practical and aesthetic decisions between the sixteenth and eighteenth centuries. His actual question was: why does organized sound produce emotion in the absence of reference? Why do human beings, across every culture and every period of recorded history, take vibrations in the air and arrange them into patterns that make other human beings feel things?

That question remains open. The evolutionary accounts explain why music might be useful, but they do not explain why it feels the way it feels. The neuroscientific accounts map the brain activity that corresponds to musical experience, but they do not explain why that brain activity is accompanied by subjective experience at all, which is the hard problem of consciousness wearing a musical costume. The acoustic accounts describe the physics of the overtone series and the mathematical relationships between frequencies, but they do not explain why a minor third sounds sad to Western ears, or whether it sounds sad to ears trained in other tonal systems, or what “sounding sad” even means at the level of physical vibration.

The Puzzle Without a Solution

Sondheim was not, I think, being coy when he asked these questions. He was not performing the standard artist-as-mystic routine, in which the creator claims special access to forces that ordinary mortals cannot comprehend. He spent his entire career attacking that posture. He told interviewers that his college professor Robert Barrow had cured him of the belief that inspiration descended from above, that the revelation of understanding what a leading tone does and what a diatonic scale is had shown him that composition was “something worked out,” not something received. He called art “an attempt to bring order out of chaos” and compared songwriting to solving crossword puzzles. No one in the history of American musical theater was more committed to demystifying the process of making music.

That history is what makes this moment so unusual. Here is a man who demystified everything about how music is made, admitting that the bare fact of music’s existence remains mysterious to him. He cracked every local puzzle. He understood voice leading, harmonic substitution, the precise relationship between syllabic stress and melodic contour, the dramaturgical function of a vamp, the architecture of a twelve-bar modulation. He knew how to build the thing. He did not know why the thing existed to be built.

And he had been asking, in one form or another, for over thirty years. “How did man learn to whistle?” is not an idle example. In 1964, Sondheim opened Anyone Can Whistle with a song built on the same question, given to a character named Fay Apple who cannot do the thing everyone else finds natural. “Anyone can whistle, that’s what they say, easy,” the lyric begins, and then turns: “So someone tell me why can’t I?” The song is not about whistling. It is about the gap between capacities that appear universal and the lived experience of finding them impossible. Fay cannot let go, cannot be spontaneous, cannot perform the act that “anyone” supposedly can. In 1964, Sondheim wrote that question as dramatic psychology, embedded in a character’s specific anguish. In 1997, sitting with Horowitz, the character is gone, the dramatic frame is gone, and the question has become his own. He is no longer writing through someone else. He is asking it as himself, without the protective apparatus of fiction. The altitude has changed: Fay Apple’s question was why she, individually, could not access something innate; Sondheim’s 1997 question is why the innate thing exists at all. But it is the same bewilderment, carried forward three decades, stripped of costume and orchestration.

The “blah, blah, blah” is the tell. That is not Sondheim’s diction. He was a man who chose every word with a jeweler’s attention to weight and setting. Here, the precision abandons him. He is gesturing toward a set of questions he knows he cannot pursue with the rigor he would demand of himself. He is waving off his own inquiry, not out of boredom, but because he recognizes that he lacks the equipment to follow it. “I’m ill-educated this way, so you could probably answer” is simultaneously self-deprecating and self-protective: it acknowledges the gap in his knowledge while declining to fill it. He does not want the answer. He wants the question to remain a question. The inexplicability of music flatters the art form he gave his life to, and the alternative, a fully mechanistic explanation of music as an emergent property of neural computation and evolutionary pressure, would feel reductive to him even if it were true.

That preference for mystery over explanation is recognizable in many brilliant practitioners. A carpenter who builds flawless joints does not need to understand the molecular structure of wood. A poet who writes devastating lines does not need a theory of phonaesthetics. Sondheim composed at the highest level for more than half a century, and his inability to explain why music exists did not impair his ability to make it. The question was, for him, an object of wonder rather than a research problem. He held it up to the light, turned it over, admired its opacity, and set it back down.

The rest of us are allowed to pick it up again.

Is It From the Birds? Stephen Sondheim Asked the Right Question About Music and Then Preferred Not to Hear the Answer

In November of 1997, Stephen Sondheim sat in his Manhattan townhouse with Mark Eden Horowitz, a senior music specialist from the Library of Congress, and said something extraordinary. Not extraordinary in the way that most Sondheim quotes are extraordinary, which is to say technically precise and laced with a craftsman’s impatience for imprecision. Extraordinary because it was none of those things. It was, instead, the sound of a man who had spent his entire adult life inside music admitting that the existence of music itself was something he could not explain.

A Concordance for Future Scholars

The moment circulates now as a sixty-second clip on social media, stripped of its original context, which was a three-day filmed interview session in which Horowitz, with Sondheim’s manuscripts spread before them, asked the composer to walk through his compositional process show by show. The interviews were intended as a concordance for future scholars. They were the opposite of a talk-show appearance. No audience. No applause. No performance. Just Sondheim, seated alone, head slightly bowed, speaking to the table as much as to Horowitz, working something out in real time.

View this post on Instagram

A transcript of the interview clip follows.

Here is what he said:

Music is a magical art. I don’t know how the human mind ever got to it, because everything else is somehow representational and literal, including painting, but not music. How did that happen? Is it from the birds? What is that from? How do we make music? I can understand vaguely how man learned to speak, because he had to communicate things, but what is this? How did man learn to whistle?

I mean, you know, how do we, and where does the 12-tone scale come from? And blah, blah, blah. And I’m ill-educated this way, so you could probably answer, but it seems to me miraculous. To me, it’s as mysterious as astrology, but unlike astrology, completely believable.

That final line is perfectly constructed. The setup is slow, exploratory, uncharacteristically loose in its syntax, and the payoff lands with the timing of a man who has spent fifty years placing stress on the right syllable. He knows where the laugh is, even in a room with one other person and a camera crew. The performance of the punchline does not cancel the sincerity of the question, though. Both things are happening at once: Sondheim is bewildered, and he is shaping his bewilderment into a deliverable thought. That is what writers do. It does not make the bewilderment false.

Auditory Cheesecake

The question Sondheim is asking is real. It is also old. Darwin raised it in The Descent of Man in 1871, speculating that music might have preceded language as a mechanism for sexual selection, the way birdsong functions in mate attraction. That hypothesis has never been conclusively confirmed or refuted. In the century and a half since, the evolutionary origins of music have generated an extraordinary volume of competing theories and almost no consensus.

Steven Pinker, the cognitive psychologist, famously dismissed music in 1997 (the same year Sondheim was speaking to Horowitz) as “auditory cheesecake,” a byproduct of neural systems that evolved for language processing, spatial reasoning, and emotional regulation. Music, in Pinker’s account, is a pleasure technology that exploits pre-existing cognitive architecture without having been selected for independently. It is, in his framing, an accident of evolution that happens to feel important.

That position was immediately and rightly challenged. The ethnomusicologist John Blacking had argued decades earlier that music-making is a universal human competence, not a specialized talent, and that its presence in every known human culture suggests something more than parasitic exploitation of other cognitive systems. Aniruddh Patel, working at the intersection of neuroscience and music cognition, demonstrated that music and language share neural resources but are not identical processes, and that musical training reshapes the brain in ways that pure language exposure does not. If music were merely cheesecake, it would not leave structural traces in neural architecture.

More recent work has proposed that music is adaptive in its own right: it facilitates infant bonding (lullabies are cross-culturally universal), it coordinates group movement (work songs, military cadence, ritual drumming), it signals coalition membership, and it regulates emotion in ways that have direct survival implications. The anthropologist Joseph Jordania has argued that early hominid group singing and rhythmic movement served a defensive function, producing a coordinated display that deterred predators. Whether or not one accepts that specific mechanism, the broader point stands: music does things in human social life that are not easily explained as side effects of language processing.

So when Sondheim asks “How did that happen? Is it from the birds?” he is asking a question to which the honest scientific answer, even now, is: we do not know for certain. The question is legitimate. What is less legitimate is the framework he wraps around it.

The Option of Representation

“Everything else is somehow representational and literal, including painting, but not music.”

This is wrong, and it is wrong in a way that a man of Sondheim’s cultural literacy should have caught. Painting is not inherently representational. The entire history of abstraction in visual art, stretching from Kandinsky’s first non-objective watercolors in 1910 through Mondrian’s grids, Rothko’s color fields, Agnes Martin’s trembling pencil lines, and the whole of Abstract Expressionism, demonstrates that painting can operate on precisely the same non-referential plane that Sondheim claims is unique to music. When you stand in front of a Rothko and feel something move in your chest, you are not decoding a representation. You are responding to organized color, proportion, and scale in a way that is structurally identical to responding to organized sound. Neither the painting nor the chord “means” anything in the propositional sense. Both produce experience without reference.

Sondheim, who loved puzzles and who approached problems with a logician’s temperament, is drawing a boundary here that does not hold. His category error is instructive, though, because it reveals what he actually means. He does not really mean that painting is always literal. He means that painting can be literal, that it has the option of representation, and that this option gives it an explicable origin story: early humans needed to record what they saw, so they drew on cave walls. Language has a similar origin story: early humans needed to coordinate hunting and warn each other of danger, so they developed vocalizations that referred to things in the shared environment. Music, in Sondheim’s framing, has no such origin story. It does not point at anything. It does not carry survival-critical information. It simply exists, and everyone responds to it, and nobody knows why.

This version of the argument has problems, too. Language is not purely functional. If language existed only to communicate propositional content, poetry would not exist. Lullabies would not exist. Glossolalia would not exist. The musical qualities of speech itself (prosody, rhythm, pitch contour, the rise at the end of a question, the drop at the end of a declaration) are not informational features. They are expressive features, and they sit on a continuum with music rather than on the opposite side of a clean divide. The boundary between speech and song is blurry in practice, and several researchers (including the musicologist Steven Brown) have proposed that music and language descended from a common proto-expressive system that only later differentiated into separate streams. If that model is correct, then Sondheim’s framing of language-as-communication versus music-as-mystery is not a real opposition. It is a retrospective illusion created by looking at two branches of the same tree and asking why one of them has leaves.

You Cannot Fact-Check a Melody

Strip away the sloppy premises, though, and something solid remains. Music’s relationship to meaning is unlike language’s relationship to meaning, and this asymmetry is a structural feature of the two systems, not a romantic invention of composers protecting their guild secrets.

A sentence can be true or false. “The cat is on the mat” is either an accurate description of a state of affairs or it is not. A chord cannot be true or false. A C minor triad is not making a claim about the world. It is not referring to anything outside itself. You cannot fact-check a melody. Music operates in a domain where the very concept of reference, which is foundational to how language generates meaning, does not apply.

Music produces meaning anyway. Not propositional meaning, not the kind that can be paraphrased or translated into another form without loss, but experiential meaning: the sense that something has been communicated, that you have understood something that was not said. When the bassoon opens Stravinsky’s Rite of Spring in that strained high register, you feel physical unease. When Sondheim’s own score for Sweeney Todd drops that Bernard Herrmann chord into the orchestration, the audience’s bodies register dread before their minds process the harmonic information. These are real effects with real neurological substrates. The amygdala responds to certain dissonant intervals. Rhythmic entrainment synchronizes motor cortex activity across listeners. The dopaminergic system fires in anticipation of harmonic resolution. The mechanisms are increasingly describable. The description does not dissolve the mystery, because knowing that dopamine is released when a suspended chord resolves does not explain why organized sound produces subjective experience in the first place. It only pushes the question back one level.

Sondheim’s question, the one underneath his stated question, was not really “where does the 12-tone scale come from?” That question has a technical answer. The equal temperament system is a mathematical compromise that divides the octave into twelve logarithmically equal intervals to permit modulation between keys, and it became standard in Western music through a series of practical and aesthetic decisions between the sixteenth and eighteenth centuries. His actual question was: why does organized sound produce emotion in the absence of reference? Why do human beings, across every culture and every period of recorded history, take vibrations in the air and arrange them into patterns that make other human beings feel things?

That question remains open. The evolutionary accounts explain why music might be useful, but they do not explain why it feels the way it feels. The neuroscientific accounts map the brain activity that corresponds to musical experience, but they do not explain why that brain activity is accompanied by subjective experience at all, which is the hard problem of consciousness wearing a musical costume. The acoustic accounts describe the physics of the overtone series and the mathematical relationships between frequencies, but they do not explain why a minor third sounds sad to Western ears, or whether it sounds sad to ears trained in other tonal systems, or what “sounding sad” even means at the level of physical vibration.

The Puzzle Without a Solution

Sondheim was not, I think, being coy when he asked these questions. He was not performing the standard artist-as-mystic routine, in which the creator claims special access to forces that ordinary mortals cannot comprehend. He spent his entire career attacking that posture. He told interviewers that his college professor Robert Barrow had cured him of the belief that inspiration descended from above, that the revelation of understanding what a leading tone does and what a diatonic scale is had shown him that composition was “something worked out,” not something received. He called art “an attempt to bring order out of chaos” and compared songwriting to solving crossword puzzles. No one in the history of American musical theater was more committed to demystifying the process of making music.

That history is what makes this moment so unusual. Here is a man who demystified everything about how music is made, admitting that the bare fact of music’s existence remains mysterious to him. He cracked every local puzzle. He understood voice leading, harmonic substitution, the precise relationship between syllabic stress and melodic contour, the dramaturgical function of a vamp, the architecture of a twelve-bar modulation. He knew how to build the thing. He did not know why the thing existed to be built.

And he had been asking, in one form or another, for over thirty years. “How did man learn to whistle?” is not an idle example. In 1964, Sondheim opened Anyone Can Whistle with a song built on the same question, given to a character named Fay Apple who cannot do the thing everyone else finds natural. “Anyone can whistle, that’s what they say, easy,” the lyric begins, and then turns: “So someone tell me why can’t I?” The song is not about whistling. It is about the gap between capacities that appear universal and the lived experience of finding them impossible. Fay cannot let go, cannot be spontaneous, cannot perform the act that “anyone” supposedly can. In 1964, Sondheim wrote that question as dramatic psychology, embedded in a character’s specific anguish. In 1997, sitting with Horowitz, the character is gone, the dramatic frame is gone, and the question has become his own. He is no longer writing through someone else. He is asking it as himself, without the protective apparatus of fiction. The altitude has changed: Fay Apple’s question was why she, individually, could not access something innate; Sondheim’s 1997 question is why the innate thing exists at all. But it is the same bewilderment, carried forward three decades, stripped of costume and orchestration.

The “blah, blah, blah” is the tell. That is not Sondheim’s diction. He was a man who chose every word with a jeweler’s attention to weight and setting. Here, the precision abandons him. He is gesturing toward a set of questions he knows he cannot pursue with the rigor he would demand of himself. He is waving off his own inquiry, not out of boredom, but because he recognizes that he lacks the equipment to follow it. “I’m ill-educated this way, so you could probably answer” is simultaneously self-deprecating and self-protective: it acknowledges the gap in his knowledge while declining to fill it. He does not want the answer. He wants the question to remain a question. The inexplicability of music flatters the art form he gave his life to, and the alternative, a fully mechanistic explanation of music as an emergent property of neural computation and evolutionary pressure, would feel reductive to him even if it were true.

That preference for mystery over explanation is recognizable in many brilliant practitioners. A carpenter who builds flawless joints does not need to understand the molecular structure of wood. A poet who writes devastating lines does not need a theory of phonaesthetics. Sondheim composed at the highest level for more than half a century, and his inability to explain why music exists did not impair his ability to make it. The question was, for him, an object of wonder rather than a research problem. He held it up to the light, turned it over, admired its opacity, and set it back down.

The rest of us are allowed to pick it up again.

Tuesday, March 3, 2026: Whistle Premieres Today on Digital

#horror – #horrormovies – #Whistle – A misfit group of unwitting high school students stumble upon a cursed object, an ancient Aztec Death Whistle. They discover that blowing the whistle and the terrifying sound it emits will summon their future deaths to hunt them down.

#ad #horror #Premieres #Whistle

https://horrornerdonline.com/2026/03/tuesday-march-3-2026-whistle-premieres-today-on-digital/

#dafnekeen and friends find out the hard way that nothing good comes from messing with an ancient death artefact in #whistle

#moviereview below

https://dansaysitsalright.blogspot.com/2026/02/blow-my-whistle.html

#movies #film #horror #nickfrost #corinhardy

Whistle Review

#Whistle #WhistleMovie #horror #horrormovie #film #filmreview

https://popculturemaniacs.com/whistle-review/

Love for a seafarer long at sea and joy when he returns.

https://youtu.be/R7zV5X6-D64

Michael Ashby: bass guitar
Johny Blood: tuba
Adrian Gormley: alto sax
Lawrence Jarach: trombone
Maggie Martin: accordion, vocals
Bill Schwartz: drums
Rhian Robinson: clarinet, whistle
Gary “GDub” Wium: guitars

#LoveSongs #TheMadMaggies
#Accordion #Guitar #Bass
#Tuba #Trombone #Clarinet
#AltoSaxophone #Drums
#Whistle #ValentinesDay #Seafaring

Whistle 2026 Review

Overall 4/5 – Fun Teen Horror

https://sometimesigetbored.co.uk/whistle-2026-review/

#CineMastodon #Movie #Movies #NowWatching #Review #Whistle

Does anybody else on this entire platform whistle by inhaling rather than exhaling.

Please, I need to know if I’m alone in the world.

#whistle #whistling

Whistle Review: A Piercing Shriek of Terror

Corin Hardy’s Whistle arrives with a premise so simple and sinister it practically markets itself: a group of teenagers discover an ancient Aztec death whistle, and each time it’s blown, it summons the embodiment of their own future deaths....

#CorinHardy #DafneKeen #SkyYang #SophieNelisse #Whistle

Uns erreichen Gerüchte aus dem #Bundeswirtschaftsministerium: #Reiche plane
den #Solar Ausbau bei Anlagen kleiner als 100 kWp komplett zu beenden!

Wenn Sie/Du dazu mehr Infos habt, meldet euch bei uns auch anonym per Threema: SWEH972M /Signal: @sbamueller.10 oder DM!

#gaskathi #BMWE #whistle
#netzausbau #erneuerbareenergien

Whistle Review: A Piercing Shriek of Terror

Corin Hardy’s Whistle arrives with a premise so simple and sinister it practically markets itself: a group of teenagers discover an ancient Aztec death whistle, and each time it’s blown, it summons the embodiment of their own future deaths....

#CorinHardy #DafneKeen #SkyYang #SophieNelisse #Whistle

Whistle Review: A Piercing Shriek of Terror

Corin Hardy’s Whistle arrives with a premise so simple and sinister it practically markets itself: a group of teenagers discover an ancient Aztec death whistle, and each time it’s blown, it summons the embodiment of their own future deaths....

#CorinHardy #DafneKeen #SkyYang #SophieNelisse #Whistle

🎶☠️🖤 An atmospheric instrumental evocative of times past.

"Sandglass" features #tuba, #whistle and acoustic #guitar

https://musicshop.themadmaggies.com/track/sandglass

Sandglass = hourglass

#TheMadMaggies #BandCampFriday

🎶☠️🖤 Do you like "dub stylings"?

https://musicshop.themadmaggies.com/track/drunken-sailors-hornpipe-wallys-dub

Mad Mags asked Wally Sound to let his dub spirit and sensibility run wild on our rendition of a trad hornpipe.

#BandCampFriday #TheMadMaggies #Accordion #Guitar #BassClarinet #Tuba #Bass #Drums #Whistle #WallySound

Arthouse Indies Mix It Up With Winter Olympics & Kpop On Super Bowl Weekend — Specialty Preview
#News #2026WinterOlympics #Jimpa #Kokuho #Olympics #Pillion #Scarlet #Sirat #SpecialtyPreview #StrayKidsThedominATEExperience #ThePresident039sCake #Whistle

https://deadline.com/2026/02/indie-films-opening-pillion-sirat-scarlet-stray-kids-concert-film-1236711472/

Friday, February 6, 2026: Whistle Premieres Today in Theaters

#horror – #horrormovies – #Whistle – A group of misfit high school students stumble upon an ancient Aztec death whistle. They find that when they blow the whistle, the terrifying sound it emits will invoke their future deaths to hunt them down. As the body count rises, the friends investigate the origins of the deadly […]

#ad #horror #Premieres #Whistle

https://horrornerdonline.com/2026/02/friday-february-6-2026-whistle-premieres-today-in-theaters/

‘Send Help’ & ‘Iron Lung’ Battle Over Slow Super Bowl Frame

While some major studios have no problem spending theatrical P&A to buy a pricey spot during the Big…
#NewsBeep #News #Movies #AU #Australia #dracula #Entertainment #IronLung #SendHelp #SoloMio #StrayKids #SuperBowlLX #Whistle
https://www.newsbeep.com/au/459152/

https://www.europesays.com/ie/320872/ ‘Send Help’ & ‘Iron Lung’ Battle Over Slow Super Bowl Frame #dracula #Éire #Entertainment #IE #Ireland #IronLung #Movies #SendHelp #SoloMio #StrayKids #SuperBowlLX #Whistle

‘Send Help’ & ‘Iron Lung’ Continue To Battle Over Slow Super Bowl Weekend – Box Office Preview
#News #Dracula #IronLung #SendHelp #SoloMio #StrayKids #SuperBowlLX #Whistle

https://deadline.com/2026/02/send-help-iron-lung-box-office-preview-super-bowl-1236709258/

‘Send Help’ & ‘Iron Lung’ Continue To Battle Over Slow Super Bowl Weekend – Box Office Preview
#News #Dracula #IronLung #SendHelp #SoloMio #StrayKids #SuperBowlLX #Whistle

https://deadline.com/2026/02/send-help-iron-lung-box-office-preview-super-bowl-1236709258/

‘Send Help’ & ‘Iron Lung’ Continue To Battle Over Slow Super Bowl Weekend – Box Office Preview
#News #Dracula #IronLung #SendHelp #SoloMio #StrayKids #SuperBowlLX #Whistle

https://deadline.com/2026/02/send-help-iron-lung-box-office-preview-super-bowl-1236709258/

‘Send Help’ & ‘Iron Lung’ Continue To Battle Over Slow Super Bowl Weekend – Box Office Preview
#News #Dracula #IronLung #SendHelp #SoloMio #StrayKids #SuperBowlLX #Whistle

https://deadline.com/2026/02/send-help-iron-lung-box-office-preview-super-bowl-1236709258/

"Trump's new border chief removes 700 immigration officers from Minnesota"

Minneapolis's Nobel Peace Prize nominated resisters must
S P R E A D - O U T across the US to attack surfaces the ICE occupying army might be sent to next. To educate and supply local peeps.

OMG you fought for Democracy and decency like historic fights for freedom. Gandhi would smile and laugh with you, MLK admires your peaceful passionate activism.

#minneapolis #minnesota #nokings #dems #whistle #teach #coup

https://www.thingiverse.com/thing:1179160

The MakeItLoud V29 got its name because it is the 29th version I designed for this challenge. It is a survival whistle that is a completely original design. I designed it to be rugged, easy to make and carry, have a great design and most importantly be very loud. It is designed to be able to get you noticed in all conditions.

Ich weiß nicht mehr, wer diesen Link hier vor kurzem vorgestellt hat, aber wenn Ihr eine wirklich laute Signalpfeife sucht, solltet Ihr Euch diese 3D-Druck-Dateien ansehen: https://www.thingiverse.com/thing:2933021

#Signalpfeife #Whistle #laut #3D_Druck #Thingiverse #STL

Watch the Whistle Trailer: Dafne Keen Faces an Ancient Aztec Curse

The first Whistle movie trailer drops today and it grabs attention immediately. Director Corin Hardy shows a dark high school hallway, a cracked mirror, and a strange ancient instrument. The trailer does not waste a second. It sets a tone of dread that pulls viewers into a nightmare that feels both modern and mythic....

#CorinHardy #DafneKeen #Whistle

Watch the Whistle Trailer: Dafne Keen Faces an Ancient Aztec Curse

The first Whistle movie trailer drops today and it grabs attention immediately. Director Corin Hardy shows a dark high school hallway, a cracked mirror, and a strange ancient instrument. The trailer does not waste a second. It sets a tone of dread that pulls viewers into a nightmare that feels both modern and mythic....

#CorinHardy #DafneKeen #Whistle

Watch the Whistle Trailer: Dafne Keen Faces an Ancient Aztec Curse

The first Whistle movie trailer drops today and it grabs attention immediately. Director Corin Hardy shows a dark high school hallway, a cracked mirror, and a strange ancient instrument. The trailer does not waste a second. It sets a tone of dread that pulls viewers into a nightmare that feels both modern and mythic....

#CorinHardy #DafneKeen #Whistle

Merry Christmas everyone, here's a short #traditional fiddle tune from Shetland, arranged for high and low #whistle, #accordion, #kantele, #saz, bass and percussion, which I recorded yesterday on #Christmas eve, called "Christmas Day In Da Mournin'".

You can also find it on SoundCloud or download it from my NextCloud:

https://soundcloud.com/spotlight-kyd/christmas-day-in-da-mournin

https://0x20.eu/nc/s/oCcwo9tjY49W5ps

#music

Merry Christmas everyone, here's a short #traditional fiddle tune from Shetland, arranged for high and low #whistle, #accordion, #kantele, #saz, bass and percussion, which I recorded yesterday on #Christmas eve, called "Christmas Day In Da Mournin'".

You can also find it on SoundCloud or download it from my NextCloud:

https://soundcloud.com/spotlight-kyd/christmas-day-in-da-mournin

https://0x20.eu/nc/s/oCcwo9tjY49W5ps

#music

Merry Christmas everyone, here's a short #traditional fiddle tune from Shetland, arranged for high and low #whistle, #accordion, #kantele, #saz, bass and percussion, which I recorded yesterday on #Christmas eve, called "Christmas Day In Da Mournin'".

You can also find it on SoundCloud or download it from my NextCloud:

https://soundcloud.com/spotlight-kyd/christmas-day-in-da-mournin

https://0x20.eu/nc/s/oCcwo9tjY49W5ps

#music

Merry Christmas everyone, here's a short #traditional fiddle tune from Shetland, arranged for high and low #whistle, #accordion, #kantele, #saz, bass and percussion, which I recorded yesterday on #Christmas eve, called "Christmas Day In Da Mournin'".

You can also find it on SoundCloud or download it from my NextCloud:

https://soundcloud.com/spotlight-kyd/christmas-day-in-da-mournin

https://0x20.eu/nc/s/oCcwo9tjY49W5ps

#music

Merry Christmas everyone, here's a short #traditional fiddle tune from Shetland, arranged for high and low #whistle, #accordion, #kantele, #saz, bass and percussion, which I recorded yesterday on #Christmas eve, called "Christmas Day In Da Mournin'".

You can also find it on SoundCloud or download it from my NextCloud:

https://soundcloud.com/spotlight-kyd/christmas-day-in-da-mournin

https://0x20.eu/nc/s/oCcwo9tjY49W5ps

#music

Paying the Piper: A Quick Look at the Shawm, or Folk Oboe

When does it become ominous and dangerous to owe musicians money? Why, when they steal your children, of course!

The common turn of phrase “pay the piper” means literally to “bear the consequences of an action or activity that one has enjoyed.” It originates from a 13th-century German legend, The Pied Piper of Hamelin, where a town refuses to pay a musician for services rendered, then loses all of their children in an act of revenge. In this brief article, we’ll take a quick look at these colorful characters. Was there any historical accuracy to the claims? Plus, what was the Pied Piper actually piping, anyway?

The Legend

I’d be surprised if you haven’t heard at least one version of this tale; nonetheless, I shall recant the details for you so we’re all on the same page.

In the year 1284, the town of Hamelin, Germany was plagued by rats. Or perhaps it’d be better to say they were besieged by rats. Yes, besieged sounds more intense.

Despite all of their best efforts to control the infestation, the rats were winning. They were ruining food supplies, gnawing on property, spreading disease, and making life generally unbearable for the inhabitants. Sometimes late at night, the rats would even crawl into the cribs of sleeping babies. I don’t know about you, but I think that sounds pretty awful.

On one fine day, a strange piper, dressed in colorful clothing and carrying a mysterious instrument, arrived at the town. He said “I can get rid of these rats for you!”

The town agreed to pay him 1000 guilders for services rendered. And with that, he played a haunting melody and marched off into the distance.

The rats, of course, followed. He led them to a river… and without any argument, they jumped in and drowned themselves.

Phew, no more rats.

But the town didn’t want to pay. In fact, they even accused the piper of causing the infestation in the first place. Furious with anger, the piper stormed off, vowing to later return and enact his revenge.

On June 26 — yes, a very specific date… the Feasts of St. John and Paul, the piper quietly walked back into town. He played a new melody, somehow more haunting then before, and this time it was the children that followed him.

Bye bye, kiddos. Image courtesy of Wikipedia.

Sorry guys, there’s no happy ending, but the level of cruelty varies depending on which version of the story you read. In some accounts, the piper leads the children into a cave and they are just never heard from again. In others, they get the same treatment as the rats: drowned in the river.

The History

Hamelin is a real place. And 130 children were lost from the town.

In fact, the early town record, from 1384, states, “It is 100 years since our children left.”

Is that really true? I don’t know. I didn’t actually translate the town’s record for myself or anything. I just read about it on wikipedia, but it does certainly sound plausible.

There are a number of other manuscripts that reference the missing children. It’s a pretty safe bet that something was responsible for all the kids in the town disappearing. But what, exactly?

Although it’s rather unlikely that a magickal tune hypnotized people into drowning themselves, there are a few theories for events that may have actually occurred, then later been fictionalized. Among them:

• Plague. Yeah. Lots of kids died from the plague.
• Mass Psychogenic Illness. Literally “Dancing Mania.”
• Migration. This includes pilgrimages, military campaigns, and sometimes even the Children’s Crusades.

The Instrument

Regardless of whether or not the Pied Piper was made up, I still want to know what type of instrument he played.

Some versions of the story present it as a flute — a “Zauberflote” to be exact, which roughly translates to “magic flute.” (Side note: Mozart wrote an opera by the same name, “Die Zauberflote,” but it has nothing to do with The Pied Piper.)

Other versions say “pipe” or “whistle.”

It’s generally thought that his instrument was a reeded one — his tune was supposed to be loud and piercing.

One painting from 1592, which was supposedly modeled after an actual stained glass window in Hamelin that commemorated the events, is particularly noteworthy.

1592 Painting of the Piper, courtesy of Wikipedia

You can see that the instrument in question is long, end-blown, and flares out into a bell.

That’s not really what flutes look like.

Based on the available written and visual evidence, which I have spent at least 10 minutes surveying, I believe that the piper’s most likely instrument is actually the shawm, sometimes called a “folk oboe.”

Here’s why:

• It’s loud. It’s a double-reed instrument with a piercing sound.
• It’s period appropriate. Shawms were popular between the 12th and 17th centuries in Europe.
• It looks like the above picture. Duh.

A modern shawm sold on Amazon

The shawm is much closer in sound and appearance to the aulos, by the way, than it is to our modern idea of a flute.

Even though it’s pointless to debate the physics of a fairy tale, I’m going to do it anyway. From the center of town, the Pied Piper was able to have his fateful song heard by all of the children… who were sitting in their houses. That’s quite a distance. And you can’t do that with a flute.

With a regular flute, you’d struggle to hear it from one house to the next. Consider the difference in volume between flutes and bagpipes — that’s the kind of thing we’re talking about here. Have you ever stood next to a bagpiper? They’re loud! And yes, bagpipes are reeded instruments.

Conclusion

If you ever promise to pay a musician for playing music, then you should pay them — not because they’re going to steal your children, but because it’s good karma to honor your agreements. Also, most musicians need the support.

#flute #folkOboe #hamlin #instruments #legends #music #myth #oboe #piedPiper #piper #rats #shawm #whistle

Paying the Piper: A Quick Look at the Shawm, or Folk Oboe

When does it become ominous and dangerous to owe musicians money? Why, when they steal your children, of course!

The common turn of phrase “pay the piper” means literally to “bear the consequences of an action or activity that one has enjoyed.” It originates from a 13th-century German legend, The Pied Piper of Hamelin, where a town refuses to pay a musician for services rendered, then loses all of their children in an act of revenge. In this brief article, we’ll take a quick look at these colorful characters. Was there any historical accuracy to the claims? Plus, what was the Pied Piper actually piping, anyway?

The Legend

I’d be surprised if you haven’t heard at least one version of this tale; nonetheless, I shall recant the details for you so we’re all on the same page.

In the year 1284, the town of Hamelin, Germany was plagued by rats. Or perhaps it’d be better to say they were besieged by rats. Yes, besieged sounds more intense.

Despite all of their best efforts to control the infestation, the rats were winning. They were ruining food supplies, gnawing on property, spreading disease, and making life generally unbearable for the inhabitants. Sometimes late at night, the rats would even crawl into the cribs of sleeping babies. I don’t know about you, but I think that sounds pretty awful.

On one fine day, a strange piper, dressed in colorful clothing and carrying a mysterious instrument, arrived at the town. He said “I can get rid of these rats for you!”

The town agreed to pay him 1000 guilders for services rendered. And with that, he played a haunting melody and marched off into the distance.

The rats, of course, followed. He led them to a river… and without any argument, they jumped in and drowned themselves.

Phew, no more rats.

But the town didn’t want to pay. In fact, they even accused the piper of causing the infestation in the first place. Furious with anger, the piper stormed off, vowing to later return and enact his revenge.

On June 26 — yes, a very specific date… the Feasts of St. John and Paul, the piper quietly walked back into town. He played a new melody, somehow more haunting then before, and this time it was the children that followed him.

Bye bye, kiddos. Image courtesy of Wikipedia.

Sorry guys, there’s no happy ending, but the level of cruelty varies depending on which version of the story you read. In some accounts, the piper leads the children into a cave and they are just never heard from again. In others, they get the same treatment as the rats: drowned in the river.

The History

Hamelin is a real place. And 130 children were lost from the town.

In fact, the early town record, from 1384, states, “It is 100 years since our children left.”

Is that really true? I don’t know. I didn’t actually translate the town’s record for myself or anything. I just read about it on wikipedia, but it does certainly sound plausible.

There are a number of other manuscripts that reference the missing children. It’s a pretty safe bet that something was responsible for all the kids in the town disappearing. But what, exactly?

Although it’s rather unlikely that a magickal tune hypnotized people into drowning themselves, there are a few theories for events that may have actually occurred, then later been fictionalized. Among them:

• Plague. Yeah. Lots of kids died from the plague.
• Mass Psychogenic Illness. Literally “Dancing Mania.”
• Migration. This includes pilgrimages, military campaigns, and sometimes even the Children’s Crusades.

The Instrument

Regardless of whether or not the Pied Piper was made up, I still want to know what type of instrument he played.

Some versions of the story present it as a flute — a “Zauberflote” to be exact, which roughly translates to “magic flute.” (Side note: Mozart wrote an opera by the same name, “Die Zauberflote,” but it has nothing to do with The Pied Piper.)

Other versions say “pipe” or “whistle.”

It’s generally thought that his instrument was a reeded one — his tune was supposed to be loud and piercing.

One painting from 1592, which was supposedly modeled after an actual stained glass window in Hamelin that commemorated the events, is particularly noteworthy.

1592 Painting of the Piper, courtesy of Wikipedia

You can see that the instrument in question is long, end-blown, and flares out into a bell.

That’s not really what flutes look like.

Based on the available written and visual evidence, which I have spent at least 10 minutes surveying, I believe that the piper’s most likely instrument is actually the shawm, sometimes called a “folk oboe.”

Here’s why:

• It’s loud. It’s a double-reed instrument with a piercing sound.
• It’s period appropriate. Shawms were popular between the 12th and 17th centuries in Europe.
• It looks like the above picture. Duh.

A modern shawm sold on Amazon

The shawm is much closer in sound and appearance to the aulos, by the way, than it is to our modern idea of a flute.

Even though it’s pointless to debate the physics of a fairy tale, I’m going to do it anyway. From the center of town, the Pied Piper was able to have his fateful song heard by all of the children… who were sitting in their houses. That’s quite a distance. And you can’t do that with a flute.

With a regular flute, you’d struggle to hear it from one house to the next. Consider the difference in volume between flutes and bagpipes — that’s the kind of thing we’re talking about here. Have you ever stood next to a bagpiper? They’re loud! And yes, bagpipes are reeded instruments.

Conclusion

If you ever promise to pay a musician for playing music, then you should pay them — not because they’re going to steal your children, but because it’s good karma to honor your agreements. Also, most musicians need the support.

#flute #folkOboe #hamlin #instruments #legends #music #myth #oboe #piedPiper #piper #rats #shawm #whistle

Paying the Piper: A Quick Look at the Shawm, or Folk Oboe

When does it become ominous and dangerous to owe musicians money? Why, when they steal your children, of course!

The common turn of phrase “pay the piper” means literally to “bear the consequences of an action or activity that one has enjoyed.” It originates from a 13th-century German legend, The Pied Piper of Hamelin, where a town refuses to pay a musician for services rendered, then loses all of their children in an act of revenge. In this brief article, we’ll take a quick look at these colorful characters. Was there any historical accuracy to the claims? Plus, what was the Pied Piper actually piping, anyway?

The Legend

I’d be surprised if you haven’t heard at least one version of this tale; nonetheless, I shall recant the details for you so we’re all on the same page.

In the year 1284, the town of Hamelin, Germany was plagued by rats. Or perhaps it’d be better to say they were besieged by rats. Yes, besieged sounds more intense.

Despite all of their best efforts to control the infestation, the rats were winning. They were ruining food supplies, gnawing on property, spreading disease, and making life generally unbearable for the inhabitants. Sometimes late at night, the rats would even crawl into the cribs of sleeping babies. I don’t know about you, but I think that sounds pretty awful.

On one fine day, a strange piper, dressed in colorful clothing and carrying a mysterious instrument, arrived at the town. He said “I can get rid of these rats for you!”

The town agreed to pay him 1000 guilders for services rendered. And with that, he played a haunting melody and marched off into the distance.

The rats, of course, followed. He led them to a river… and without any argument, they jumped in and drowned themselves.

Phew, no more rats.

But the town didn’t want to pay. In fact, they even accused the piper of causing the infestation in the first place. Furious with anger, the piper stormed off, vowing to later return and enact his revenge.

On June 26 — yes, a very specific date… the Feasts of St. John and Paul, the piper quietly walked back into town. He played a new melody, somehow more haunting then before, and this time it was the children that followed him.

Bye bye, kiddos. Image courtesy of Wikipedia.

Sorry guys, there’s no happy ending, but the level of cruelty varies depending on which version of the story you read. In some accounts, the piper leads the children into a cave and they are just never heard from again. In others, they get the same treatment as the rats: drowned in the river.

The History

Hamelin is a real place. And 130 children were lost from the town.

In fact, the early town record, from 1384, states, “It is 100 years since our children left.”

Is that really true? I don’t know. I didn’t actually translate the town’s record for myself or anything. I just read about it on wikipedia, but it does certainly sound plausible.

There are a number of other manuscripts that reference the missing children. It’s a pretty safe bet that something was responsible for all the kids in the town disappearing. But what, exactly?

Although it’s rather unlikely that a magickal tune hypnotized people into drowning themselves, there are a few theories for events that may have actually occurred, then later been fictionalized. Among them:

• Plague. Yeah. Lots of kids died from the plague.
• Mass Psychogenic Illness. Literally “Dancing Mania.”
• Migration. This includes pilgrimages, military campaigns, and sometimes even the Children’s Crusades.

The Instrument

Regardless of whether or not the Pied Piper was made up, I still want to know what type of instrument he played.

Some versions of the story present it as a flute — a “Zauberflote” to be exact, which roughly translates to “magic flute.” (Side note: Mozart wrote an opera by the same name, “Die Zauberflote,” but it has nothing to do with The Pied Piper.)

Other versions say “pipe” or “whistle.”

It’s generally thought that his instrument was a reeded one — his tune was supposed to be loud and piercing.

One painting from 1592, which was supposedly modeled after an actual stained glass window in Hamelin that commemorated the events, is particularly noteworthy.

1592 Painting of the Piper, courtesy of Wikipedia

You can see that the instrument in question is long, end-blown, and flares out into a bell.

That’s not really what flutes look like.

Based on the available written and visual evidence, which I have spent at least 10 minutes surveying, I believe that the piper’s most likely instrument is actually the shawm, sometimes called a “folk oboe.”

Here’s why:

• It’s loud. It’s a double-reed instrument with a piercing sound.
• It’s period appropriate. Shawms were popular between the 12th and 17th centuries in Europe.
• It looks like the above picture. Duh.

A modern shawm sold on Amazon

The shawm is much closer in sound and appearance to the aulos, by the way, than it is to our modern idea of a flute.

Even though it’s pointless to debate the physics of a fairy tale, I’m going to do it anyway. From the center of town, the Pied Piper was able to have his fateful song heard by all of the children… who were sitting in their houses. That’s quite a distance. And you can’t do that with a flute.

With a regular flute, you’d struggle to hear it from one house to the next. Consider the difference in volume between flutes and bagpipes — that’s the kind of thing we’re talking about here. Have you ever stood next to a bagpiper? They’re loud! And yes, bagpipes are reeded instruments.

Conclusion

If you ever promise to pay a musician for playing music, then you should pay them — not because they’re going to steal your children, but because it’s good karma to honor your agreements. Also, most musicians need the support.

#flute #folkOboe #hamlin #instruments #legends #music #myth #oboe #piedPiper #piper #rats #shawm #whistle

Paying the Piper: A Quick Look at the Shawm, or Folk Oboe

When does it become ominous and dangerous to owe musicians money? Why, when they steal your children, of course!

The common turn of phrase “pay the piper” means literally to “bear the consequences of an action or activity that one has enjoyed.” It originates from a 13th-century German legend, The Pied Piper of Hamelin, where a town refuses to pay a musician for services rendered, then loses all of their children in an act of revenge. In this brief article, we’ll take a quick look at these colorful characters. Was there any historical accuracy to the claims? Plus, what was the Pied Piper actually piping, anyway?

The Legend

I’d be surprised if you haven’t heard at least one version of this tale; nonetheless, I shall recant the details for you so we’re all on the same page.

In the year 1284, the town of Hamelin, Germany was plagued by rats. Or perhaps it’d be better to say they were besieged by rats. Yes, besieged sounds more intense.

Despite all of their best efforts to control the infestation, the rats were winning. They were ruining food supplies, gnawing on property, spreading disease, and making life generally unbearable for the inhabitants. Sometimes late at night, the rats would even crawl into the cribs of sleeping babies. I don’t know about you, but I think that sounds pretty awful.

On one fine day, a strange piper, dressed in colorful clothing and carrying a mysterious instrument, arrived at the town. He said “I can get rid of these rats for you!”

The town agreed to pay him 1000 guilders for services rendered. And with that, he played a haunting melody and marched off into the distance.

The rats, of course, followed. He led them to a river… and without any argument, they jumped in and drowned themselves.

Phew, no more rats.

But the town didn’t want to pay. In fact, they even accused the piper of causing the infestation in the first place. Furious with anger, the piper stormed off, vowing to later return and enact his revenge.

On June 26 — yes, a very specific date… the Feasts of St. John and Paul, the piper quietly walked back into town. He played a new melody, somehow more haunting then before, and this time it was the children that followed him.

Bye bye, kiddos. Image courtesy of Wikipedia.

Sorry guys, there’s no happy ending, but the level of cruelty varies depending on which version of the story you read. In some accounts, the piper leads the children into a cave and they are just never heard from again. In others, they get the same treatment as the rats: drowned in the river.

The History

Hamelin is a real place. And 130 children were lost from the town.

In fact, the early town record, from 1384, states, “It is 100 years since our children left.”

Is that really true? I don’t know. I didn’t actually translate the town’s record for myself or anything. I just read about it on wikipedia, but it does certainly sound plausible.

There are a number of other manuscripts that reference the missing children. It’s a pretty safe bet that something was responsible for all the kids in the town disappearing. But what, exactly?

Although it’s rather unlikely that a magickal tune hypnotized people into drowning themselves, there are a few theories for events that may have actually occurred, then later been fictionalized. Among them:

• Plague. Yeah. Lots of kids died from the plague.
• Mass Psychogenic Illness. Literally “Dancing Mania.”
• Migration. This includes pilgrimages, military campaigns, and sometimes even the Children’s Crusades.

The Instrument

Regardless of whether or not the Pied Piper was made up, I still want to know what type of instrument he played.

Some versions of the story present it as a flute — a “Zauberflote” to be exact, which roughly translates to “magic flute.” (Side note: Mozart wrote an opera by the same name, “Die Zauberflote,” but it has nothing to do with The Pied Piper.)

Other versions say “pipe” or “whistle.”

It’s generally thought that his instrument was a reeded one — his tune was supposed to be loud and piercing.

One painting from 1592, which was supposedly modeled after an actual stained glass window in Hamelin that commemorated the events, is particularly noteworthy.

1592 Painting of the Piper, courtesy of Wikipedia

You can see that the instrument in question is long, end-blown, and flares out into a bell.

That’s not really what flutes look like.

Based on the available written and visual evidence, which I have spent at least 10 minutes surveying, I believe that the piper’s most likely instrument is actually the shawm, sometimes called a “folk oboe.”

Here’s why:

• It’s loud. It’s a double-reed instrument with a piercing sound.
• It’s period appropriate. Shawms were popular between the 12th and 17th centuries in Europe.
• It looks like the above picture. Duh.

A modern shawm sold on Amazon

The shawm is much closer in sound and appearance to the aulos, by the way, than it is to our modern idea of a flute.

Even though it’s pointless to debate the physics of a fairy tale, I’m going to do it anyway. From the center of town, the Pied Piper was able to have his fateful song heard by all of the children… who were sitting in their houses. That’s quite a distance. And you can’t do that with a flute.

With a regular flute, you’d struggle to hear it from one house to the next. Consider the difference in volume between flutes and bagpipes — that’s the kind of thing we’re talking about here. Have you ever stood next to a bagpiper? They’re loud! And yes, bagpipes are reeded instruments.

Conclusion

If you ever promise to pay a musician for playing music, then you should pay them — not because they’re going to steal your children, but because it’s good karma to honor your agreements. Also, most musicians need the support.

#flute #folkOboe #hamlin #instruments #legends #music #myth #oboe #piedPiper #piper #rats #shawm #whistle

Paying the Piper: A Quick Look at the Shawm, or Folk Oboe

When does it become ominous and dangerous to owe musicians money? Why, when they steal your children, of course!

The common turn of phrase “pay the piper” means literally to “bear the consequences of an action or activity that one has enjoyed.” It originates from a 13th-century German legend, The Pied Piper of Hamelin, where a town refuses to pay a musician for services rendered, then loses all of their children in an act of revenge. In this brief article, we’ll take a quick look at these colorful characters. Was there any historical accuracy to the claims? Plus, what was the Pied Piper actually piping, anyway?

The Legend

I’d be surprised if you haven’t heard at least one version of this tale; nonetheless, I shall recant the details for you so we’re all on the same page.

In the year 1284, the town of Hamelin, Germany was plagued by rats. Or perhaps it’d be better to say they were besieged by rats. Yes, besieged sounds more intense.

Despite all of their best efforts to control the infestation, the rats were winning. They were ruining food supplies, gnawing on property, spreading disease, and making life generally unbearable for the inhabitants. Sometimes late at night, the rats would even crawl into the cribs of sleeping babies. I don’t know about you, but I think that sounds pretty awful.

On one fine day, a strange piper, dressed in colorful clothing and carrying a mysterious instrument, arrived at the town. He said “I can get rid of these rats for you!”

The town agreed to pay him 1000 guilders for services rendered. And with that, he played a haunting melody and marched off into the distance.

The rats, of course, followed. He led them to a river… and without any argument, they jumped in and drowned themselves.

Phew, no more rats.

But the town didn’t want to pay. In fact, they even accused the piper of causing the infestation in the first place. Furious with anger, the piper stormed off, vowing to later return and enact his revenge.

On June 26 — yes, a very specific date… the Feasts of St. John and Paul, the piper quietly walked back into town. He played a new melody, somehow more haunting then before, and this time it was the children that followed him.

Bye bye, kiddos. Image courtesy of Wikipedia.

Sorry guys, there’s no happy ending, but the level of cruelty varies depending on which version of the story you read. In some accounts, the piper leads the children into a cave and they are just never heard from again. In others, they get the same treatment as the rats: drowned in the river.

The History

Hamelin is a real place. And 130 children were lost from the town.

In fact, the early town record, from 1384, states, “It is 100 years since our children left.”

Is that really true? I don’t know. I didn’t actually translate the town’s record for myself or anything. I just read about it on wikipedia, but it does certainly sound plausible.

There are a number of other manuscripts that reference the missing children. It’s a pretty safe bet that something was responsible for all the kids in the town disappearing. But what, exactly?

Although it’s rather unlikely that a magickal tune hypnotized people into drowning themselves, there are a few theories for events that may have actually occurred, then later been fictionalized. Among them:

• Plague. Yeah. Lots of kids died from the plague.
• Mass Psychogenic Illness. Literally “Dancing Mania.”
• Migration. This includes pilgrimages, military campaigns, and sometimes even the Children’s Crusades.

The Instrument

Regardless of whether or not the Pied Piper was made up, I still want to know what type of instrument he played.

Some versions of the story present it as a flute — a “Zauberflote” to be exact, which roughly translates to “magic flute.” (Side note: Mozart wrote an opera by the same name, “Die Zauberflote,” but it has nothing to do with The Pied Piper.)

Other versions say “pipe” or “whistle.”

It’s generally thought that his instrument was a reeded one — his tune was supposed to be loud and piercing.

One painting from 1592, which was supposedly modeled after an actual stained glass window in Hamelin that commemorated the events, is particularly noteworthy.

1592 Painting of the Piper, courtesy of Wikipedia

You can see that the instrument in question is long, end-blown, and flares out into a bell.

That’s not really what flutes look like.

Based on the available written and visual evidence, which I have spent at least 10 minutes surveying, I believe that the piper’s most likely instrument is actually the shawm, sometimes called a “folk oboe.”

Here’s why:

• It’s loud. It’s a double-reed instrument with a piercing sound.
• It’s period appropriate. Shawms were popular between the 12th and 17th centuries in Europe.
• It looks like the above picture. Duh.

A modern shawm sold on Amazon

The shawm is much closer in sound and appearance to the aulos, by the way, than it is to our modern idea of a flute.

Even though it’s pointless to debate the physics of a fairy tale, I’m going to do it anyway. From the center of town, the Pied Piper was able to have his fateful song heard by all of the children… who were sitting in their houses. That’s quite a distance. And you can’t do that with a flute.

With a regular flute, you’d struggle to hear it from one house to the next. Consider the difference in volume between flutes and bagpipes — that’s the kind of thing we’re talking about here. Have you ever stood next to a bagpiper? They’re loud! And yes, bagpipes are reeded instruments.

Conclusion

If you ever promise to pay a musician for playing music, then you should pay them — not because they’re going to steal your children, but because it’s good karma to honor your agreements. Also, most musicians need the support.

#flute #folkOboe #hamlin #instruments #legends #music #myth #oboe #piedPiper #piper #rats #shawm #whistle