Monday, October 25, 2010

Miscommunication leads to Misunderstanding




In his book, The Art of Loving, Erich Fromm poses the practice of the art of loving requires one to not have a narcissistic orientation, but instead, the practice of the art of loving “…requires the development of humility, objectivity and reason” (111). For Fromm love is more than just a feeling; it requires one to be engaged and actively focused in our relationships with the people we know, people we meet, and with the strangers on the streets. He sees the practice of the art of loving as the Golden Rule, “…to do unto others as you would like them to do unto you” (120). Although practicing the art of loving can be a challenge if one has never learned to be objective, it is, however, important for one to practice objectivity because it allows one to live through life with an open, patient, and humble mind which helps one become a better person.

When I was growing up, it was far easier to avoid a misunderstanding with a friend than to try to fix the problem because it required more work and some emotional talk about how I felt. I was young and had not learned yet that objectivity is a valuable tool to have when caught in a miscommunication with friends. However, as time passed and I began to get older, I realized that I wanted to explain myself when I made a mistake or I did not articulate a fact effectively to a friend, which led to a misunderstanding because of my failure to express myself. Eventually with practice I manage to get the hang of how objectivity worked through trail and error. Once my friends started to hang around after I apologized, I realized being objective paid off. I began to notice this “give-and-take” interaction between the people I could be objective with and their ability to be objective with me.

One experience that stands out where I had to practice objectivity to salvage a friendship happened about two years ago. In my first year at the College of Marin, I met a wonderful interior designer who hired me as her personal assistant. Our relationship as employee and employer eventually blossomed into a friendship. However, our friendship was damaged for a little over a year before we managed to make amends with each other. My incompetence to communicate my working schedule with hers damaged our business and personal relationships. I had failed to let her know that I had received a summons for jury duty the week I started working with her. I failed to mention that there was a possibility that I would be called in to serve on a jury.

We had been working on a project together for about a week, making posters and whatnot, when I had to call her to leave her a message (the day before the projects were due) stating that I had jury duty the next morning. She called me immediately and expressed her disappointment and frustration with me. In my defense, I told her that I did not know I was going to be called in for jury duty and that I had gone the whole week calling in for jury duty that I figured on my last day of jury duty, which was on a Friday, I was not going to be summons. I had, for the record, never been summons for jury duty, so I had no idea how jury selection worked.

In the end, I managed to understand how frustrating and difficult it had to have been for her to manage all the workload on her own. I know I failed to be responsible in communicating my potential inability to work for her that week. She was very upset with me and even threatened to not pay me. But I kept my cool and gave her time to cool off. I apologized a handful of times to her and at first she was not receptive, but then after time had gone by, she slowly but surely came around and eventually paid me and warmed up to me again. I have to say that over the summer we finally started to hang out again…few! 

Friday, October 8, 2010

Music as a Mode of Life


Let me just start by saying that Music is too abstract for the human mind to even begin to verbally describe the cause and effect music has on one’s persona. I find that Music is a linguistic that only my soul understands and is able to communicate back through body movement, which we call dance. However, my soul sometimes communicates with music through silence. Therefore, I find Music to be subjective to every soul's interpretation.
                       
            Alan Watts explained that we must not forget to dance our way through life. His video explains that our lives are full of distractions where one pursues material gains because we are under the impression material things will bring us happiness and fulfillment, but that’s not what life is about. He explained that if we live our life only pursing meaningless work, we’ll wake up one day and realize that we’re empty. This is why I choose to live my life as a musical song surrounded by art. I perceive my world to be like Music, inexplicable but yet fulfilling and rewarding to one's heart, mind, soul, and spirit. Although I can’t verbally explain the mysteriousness of Music and its effects on my persona, I know that Music is life and transcends verbal language. I must take the time to allow Music to influence my soul in order to live a more fulfilling life.

            The Music in my world that quenches my thirst for adventure and fulfillment is Cuban Salsa Music. One of my favorite Cuban Salsa songs is called “La Rebelion” by Joe Arroyo. “La Rebelion” tells the story of Africans who were brought to Cartagena, Spain in the 1600s and enslaved. The lyrics of the song speak of the perpetual enslavement and the constant mistreatment the Africans had to endure by the Spanish slaveholders. More specifically, the song conveys the story of how an African man is led to take matters into his own hands and rebel against his slaveholder after his wife is beaten. The husband is forced to rebel against the slaveholder and take vengeance in the name of their love because his soul bursts with anger every time his wife is beat. The song points out that even today one can hear through the iron doors the words of the African husband saying, “No le pegue a mi negra… Oye, esa negra se me respeta” (don’t beat my black woman… hey, you must respect her).

            I like this song for many reasons. One reason is because it speaks of breaking free from the fetters of the status quo. The African husband can no longer bear the abuse committed against his wife, so he is forced to take justice into his own hands, since no one else will, and make the slaveholder pay for what he has done. The husband stands up for what he loves and defends his wife with his life if need be. In other words, he fights back and does not play into what society has allowed. This is how I view my life, if I don’t agree with a particular path society has made, I make my own.

            Another reason I like this song is for its ability to captivate my soul. As soon as I hear the music, I become transported into a different dimension. It’s like I’m in a different world all together where nothing matters except for how my soul chooses to communicate my inner emotions through dance. Salsa Music is a language that only my soul understands because when I hear it I become captivated by its infectious rhythms. I love the sound of the piano, trumpets, drums, and so forth playing together. To me, Cuban Salsa music is infectious, especially this song!

            The most important reason why I love “La Rebelion” by Joe Arroyo is for its ability to unite two bodies and allow their souls to communicate with one another through dance. When I dance with a partner to this song, the body language we produce while dancing to “La Rebelion” is dynamic, intense, but yet subtle. The rhythm of this song is fast pace, but it also slows down, which is how life is. Life is fast pace, but it also has its moments where it slows down and one is able to see things more calmly. In this case, when the song slows down, it allows me to catch my breath to prepare myself for more intense movement, once the Music speeds up. I'm able to let loose and allow my partner to lead the conversation, as his poetry begins to woo my soul. 

Lyrics for "La Rebelion" by Joe Arroyo:

Quiero contarle mi hermano un pedacito de la historia negra, de la
historia nuestra, caballero

Y dice asi:
Uhh!
Dice!

En los anos mil seiscientos, cuando el tirano mando
las calles de Cartagena, aquella historia vivio.
Cuando alli llegaban esos negreros, africanos en cadenas
besaban mi tierra, esclavitud perpetua
Esclavitud perpetua
Esclavitud perpetua

Que lo diga salome y que te de llego, llego, llego

Un matrimonio africano, esclavos de
un espanol, el les daba muy mal trato
y a su negra le pego

Y fue alli, se revelo el negro guapo, tomo
venganza por su amor y aun se escucha
en la verja, no le pegue a mi negra
No le pegue a la negra
No le pegue a la negra

Oye man!!
No le pegue a la negra
no le pegue a la negra
no, no, no ,no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no
(varias veces)

Oye esa negra se me respeta
Ehh, que aun se escucha, se escucha en la verja,
no, no, no, no, no
no, no, no, no, no
no, no, no, no, no le pegue a la negra

Negra que me dice..

No le pegue a la negra
no le pegue a la negra
no le pegue a la negra
no le pegue

Y con ustedes... chelito de casa

Vamos a ver que le pegue a jeva
porque el alma, que el alma, que el alma
que el alma, que el alma se me revienta

Ehh, no, no, no, no, no, no le pegue a mi negra
porque el alma se me agita mi prieta

El Chombo lo sabe
y tu tambien
no le pegue a la negra