The day is not far off when doctors will prescribe a course of music in preference to tranquillisers. Michael Church meets Clive Williamson, composer of choice at a surgery near you
Shakespeare bids us mistrust the man
who has no music in him. "The motions of his spirit are dull
as night, And his affections dark as Erebus". Music can send
us into a solitary trance, or whip us into communal frenzy. Like
alcohol, it removes our inhibitions; it binds us together. Expressing
intense sadness, it can lift us out of sadness. It's extraordinarily
potent stuff.
Whatever music actually is - and philosophers are still
worrying away at the mystery - it's transmitted by means which
are unmysteriously physical. It should be no surprise, therefore
that its effects are also physical, and that animals respond to
it too. One thinks of birds and hump-backed whales, of snake charming,
and of the custom, observed by Thomas Hardy whereby farmers sang
to their cows to get a better yield of milk. Orpheus with his
lute charmed not only men and beasts, but also trees and rocks.
Good vibes are no mere figure of speech. Nor are bad vibes.
While Caliban speaks of sounds and sweet airs that give delight
"and hurt not", Stravinsky was made "bodily ill"
by sounds that had been electronically stripped of their natural
overtones. Music can provoke epileptic fits. If it's low enough
and loud enough, it can kill.
But music can also heal, and the Greeks knew this too. Theophrastus,
in the third century BC, noted the use of the flute-playing as
a cure for sciatica; the Romans believed the flute could salve
snake-bite. Current research linking music, mood-swings, and brain
function suggests that such beliefs may not have been pure hokum.
Modern music therapists of ten use a variant on the American Indians
"healing song", inducing their patients to sing their
way back to health. They work with stammerers, they treat stroke
patients, and they help people suffering from Parkinsonism. In
his book Awakenings, Oliver Sacks records the response
of patients with movement disorders caused by neurological disease.
"The therapeutic power of music," he says, "may
allow an ease of movement otherwise impossible."
But stress in all its forms is the music therapist's prime target,
and relaxation the key weapon. The music-for-relaxation business
has recently been joined by a player whose unorthodox background
and radical approach sheds interesting light on this still uncharted
terrain.
Clive Williamson is a former BBC sound engineer who now produces his own brand of therapeutic music. He heads an instrumental trio called Symbiosis, whose relaxation album Touching the Cloudshas just been taken up by doctors at Bart's who are researching music's capacity to relieve pain. In a recent study at Kingston University, in which 11 kinds of music were monitored for their relaxing effect, Symbiosis tied in first place with a piece by Vivaldi. Touching the Clouds
- a title borrowed from an eighth-century Chinese poem - is
a varied selection of pieces in which a flute, an acoustic guitar,
a marimba, and a human voice (Williamson's) blend with sounds
produced on an electronic keyboard. The effect is floating, spacey,
and - as found when I gave it the couch test - agreeably narcotic.
Great music it's not, nor does it claim to be. A medieval astronomer
would undoubtedly conclude that it was the music of the spheres.
Williamson says the aim is not to take the listener over, but
to help them "float free". "We don't see our music
as mesmeric, like gamelan. We see it as a catalyst, non-intrusive
sound."
Good vibes are no mere figure of speech.
The effect is floating, spacey,
and - as I found when I gave it the
couch-test - agreeably narcotic
Having grown up in the Sixties under the twin influences of
cool jazz and Sibelius, Williamson spent the Seventies dabbling
on the fringes of the rock business. His particular obsession
was with ambient sound. He watched Brian Eno playing the same
piece of music in a wide variety of locations, and noted the variations
in how it sounded. He listened to the recordings Paul Horn made,
playing his flute inside the Taj Mahal. "The dome made a
natural 13-second reverb unit," says Williamson wide-eyed
at the memory. He was inspired to get his own reverb unit.
"I built up a studio, and found ways of creating a collection
of sounds which seemed a suitable palette to paint from musically.
Experimenting with reverberation, I found I could create the illusion
of any space I wanted." Space - or the illusion of it - seems
for some reason to be a crucial element in the pleasure we get
from listening to music. "The link between the production
of sound and its reception by the ear is tremendously important,
and absolutely governs the way you play." His constant aim
was to generate sounds he "felt comfortable with".
BBC producers who knew
what he was up to had periodically pressed his music into service
- everything from ecology reports to the diaries of Anaïs
Nin - but the turning-point came when he recorded an album with
a couple of friends, and released it himself. Having kept his
distance from the New Age brigade, he finally gave in and joined
them. "They had similar problems to ours in getting their
music aired."
Gradually health centres, dental surgeries, and therapists of
all sorts began to use his tapes. He investigated other forms
of sound therapy, and gleaned ideas. "I had the chance to
try the vibro-acoustic bed, which is used to reduce the tension
in spasticity. You feel the lowest frequencies in your heels and
as the pitch rises you feel it progressively higher in your body.
You can pin down, through your body's perception, where the frequencies
are." As it happens, the percussionist Evelyn Glennie, who
is profoundly deaf, talks of perceiving music in precisely these
terms. She "listens" with the speakers pressed against
her stomach or her neck.
There is something curiously modest about
Williamson's crusade; emptying his music of anything unexpected,
anything which smacks of logic or the will, any stress or urgency,
creating a sound-world no more "interesting" than a
lava lamp. But this is a game as old as the hills. Film composers
are adept at it. There are jazz players, rock singers, and composers
galore - though they might not thank you for saying so - who could
fit the bill. Gorecki? Gavin Bryars? Michael Nyman would have
to be excluded: he's boring enough, but communicates an unsleeping
urgency. Supermarket muzak designed to stimulate the acquisitive
urge, would likewise not qualify. Gregorian chant, on the other
hand, would do fine.
"Classical music for relaxation" is already a record
industry marketing concept. Williamson's long-term hope is that
your average GP, when faced with a patient suffering from stress,
may one day prescribe not pills but a relaxation tape. Well, quite:
it could make him as rich as Croesus. But it's a thought worth
thinking. Throw away that valium, and listen to some music instead.
Or better still, make your own music. Join a choir, dig out that
guitar, pick up a recorder. It won't do any harm.
'Touching the Clouds' , 72 minute CD for £12.50 incl. p&p in UK. Also still available on original 90 minute cassette £5.95 incl. UK p&p or as a download from .