Michelangelo's Playlist

If the question is "What was on Michelangelo's playlist?" the answer is obvious: nothing. He didn't have a playlist. Or at least not a digital one he could take with him as he clambered up the scaffolds to lie on his back while he painted the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. For hours everyday. For four years.

Back when I was teaching various creative media courses I would caution my students to avoid comparing their efforts to those of the G.O.A.T.s - contemporary or long past. It could, I opined, stifle their own efforts: "Oh! I could never paint, sing, dance, take photos, make movies, act, etc., . . like whoever!"

I sometimes fail to follow my own advice. I am fascinated by the lives and practices of those Greatest Of All Times. Particularly in the areas in which I dabble or have dabbled - acting, singing, painting, writing, sculpture - artsy stuff. Most of the time I am content to ascribe the vastly elevated nature of their accomplishments to the simple acknowledgment that their abilities far outstripped mine. But there are some things that I simply cannot comprehend. For example, set aside Mike's crazy genius skill level. Forget his youth. How did he lie on his back for countless hours for four years without music!?

Even before personal portable players - remember the Walkman, auto-reverse and mix-tapes? - I have no memory of engaging in any personal creative endeavor without music. Now, in the interest of full disclosure, some of that music was "self-produced." Humming or "whisper-singing" under my breath. But four years for the Sistine Chapel, more than that for The Last Judgment? Whew.

For me music is an integral part of the enjoyment I derive from my art. An alternate title for this post was "I Saw A Shadow Touch A Shadow's Hand." That's a line from the 1964 song Bleeker Street, by Simon and Garfunkel. For me the idea was - is - that when music combines with other art forms - drawing and painting for me these days - the activity becomes transcendent. Takes me to other places and other times, where I walk among shadows that no longer surround me, but obtain an almost tangible nature - hands I can almost touch.

It is an experience over which I have some varying degree of control. Pat Boone [No relation to Daniel for those of you for whom Pat is a historical figure.] had a 1959 hit song titled Twixt 12 and 20 [that he later turned into a book with the same title - no marketing newbie he] that asserts that those "years to remember" are exceptionally formative, and, I would go on to assert, fill that musical part of our brain with links to shadows that we carry around for the rest of our lives. And, I would further venture, there is really nothing entirely unique about that decade. Rather, it seems that all the various stages of our lives come with a soundtrack. All include songs we remember, and the shadows that live therein.

And it is that enduring link between our lives and our music that gives us some control over the shadows that inhabit our artistic-musical synthesis. I choose the soundtrack that I draw to, and hence the shadows I invite to join me. Pick a decade, or a world, grade school, high school, college, first love, favorite place, favorite person, whatever you like, and craft a unique playlist for that place, person or time. All today's digital music worlds - Pandora, Spotify, whatever, let you do this.

Then fire it up, turn up the volume, open the door and let the shadows in. Watch "a shadow touch a shadow's hand."

Which is why I am completely dumbfounded by the idea that Michelangelo had no playlist. Nor did Vermeer, or Titian, or Lebrun. Did they paint without music? Inconceivable! Perhaps it was all internal music?

That's a lot of humming.