[Just to keep the turntable spinning a bit longer…]
A call came into the studio one morning from a guy named Gil. So many years have come and gone since then that I can’t recall which high school he was connected with, but I think he was in “humanities,” and he told me he enjoyed “Celebration Rock.” Could we meet sometime and talk about an idea? Sure. I was always open to program possibilities, maybe at least a theme for a show.
I invited Gil to the WBBL studio, and he brought a file of hit and album song lyrics, mostly written down as he listened carefully to the records. (What a gift it was for us lyric-oriented folk…to have the lyrics printed on the record jacket or on an album insert. But much of the time, we had to listen closely and write what we [thought] we heard!) I thought maybe Gil was going to offer to write a show for me, but he had a higher intention. Because of Gil’s work with teenagers, and his many experiences of hearing them voice their feelings, concerns, and “issues,” — and because he loved music and was able to make connections between current song lyrics and those adolescent voices he heard in school — Gil had gathered some lyrics and wanted to share them with me. I think it was to kind of “proof read” the lyrics he had heard, but also to test out an idea: that those songs could be used in one-on-one or group sessions with teenagers in crisis.
Again, the memory is fuzzy here, but it seems to me that we met a couple more times, and Gil and I discussed the idea of “rock music therapy” now and then over the next couple of years. It all led to my going to speak to his high school humanities class about rock poetry and music, one of the few times I took the “Celebration Rock” program into a “secular” setting. At the same time, Gil moved into a more in depth study of music therapy with youth in a professional setting, though I’m not able to be more specific than that all these years later.
The main thing is that he was a caring adult who had learned to listen to both his students and his music, and he pursued that connection with a tireless passion to use that music to help youth cope with their often rocky adolescence. His approach helped me sharpen my own use of lyrics as I interpreted song poetry through my radio programs, keeping in mind the life situations of younger listeners who might find solace or challenge in the ever-present music soundtrack of their lives.
I have this regret as I look back on Gil’s contributions to our listening and interpreting: why in heaven’s name did we not do a show together about music as therapy? When music tells our stories, or the stories of people we may know, or expresses feelings that we find foreign or all-too-familiar, can that connection bring healing or understanding, comfort, or even salvation?
Songs of joy or songs “sung blue” fill the airwaves and the internet today.
Who’s really listening? I mean, really listening!
[With thanks to Gil Cumbia]