When I was a little kid, I'd always shoot straight through the book store to the humor section, to suck down easy, unchallenging, y'know, bullshit. (Not that comics are necessarily bullshit; just that, at that point in my life, what I wanted was something easy that I didn't have to think critically about, which Ziggy or Garfield... can be.) Then, when I decided I was older and more mature, I started heading to the music section of the book store for my unchallenging bullshit. THEN now that I am older, the fiction section- or, sometimes, the gender studies or cultural criticism sections- seems most inviting, and both the humor section and the music section seem like they are totally for stupid little babies.
Which they are! Kind of, I guess. I don't know. I'm trying to draw a picture of the falseness of this hierarchy of seriousnesses I've made up in my head so I can explain how much it feels like, instead of internalizing challenging music theory, I've been COMPLETELY DORKING OUT for the last couple months I read this in quick little stolen moments. But I have been *so* into it.
I mean, okay, I am going to state at my navel- I will set the navelgazing between blocks of asterisks so you don't have to read it. Ready? Okay.
***I have been playing guitars for something like twenty (literally, seventeen, which also is a lot) years, and I am pretty good at it. And I think about it all the time. I don't talk about it that much because really who wants to hear it? "That's an interesting inversion of the d major power chord in that Minor Threat song," I'd say, to which people would stare blankly at me and then ask me to turn off Minor Threat. Y'know? So I stew on guitar stuff kind of all the time, and I figured out at some point that mostly I play weird, complicated chords up and down the neck of the stupid thing to avoid playing anything other than octaves, fourths and fifths. I remember the moment in high school when I decided, Oh shit, fourths are a great interval! Partly 'cause it made me feel smart, to know so much about an interval, and just partly because, I mean, fourths ARE a weird interval- they're weirdly parallel, static- they move, but not with the tension of a fifth, y'know? There isn't that resolution, that sense of finishedness.
Anyway, early in this book, when duder explained that fourths and fifths and octaves are going to be in tune in any kind of temperament- whereas other intervals would only be kind of (or not) in tune depending on the temperament, and that therefore the thirds I tend not to play mathematically are totally fucked with regard to being in tune, 1. I felt smart for intuiting it but also, 2. felt justified in playing guitar the way I do, even if Sonya's trying to make a rule where I don't play octaves any more because she is bored of it.***
So yeah. I think it's interesting that he doesn't mention the guitar at all, but I guess his focus is on classical (or probably "classical") music, which tends not to feature guitars too prominently. I was mostly surprised that they didn't show up in the chapter about why Equal Temperament became the hegemonical maniac overlord it is today, because it seems like- in the 20th century, when everybody was internalizing that other temperaments were stupid- the rise of the guitar happened maybe a little bit after the rise of Equal Temperament zealotry, but not far enough after that they're unrelated.
Anyway, yeah. This was fascinated and I'm a little sad it's over and that all the sources probably only exist in academic libraries at music schools, because while I am a loud dumb rocknroller and therefore probably not that best person to put it into practice, I would like to dork out even harder on music theory. Or music theory theory- meta music theory- which I guess this is. Five stars!