There you are, seated in the most majestic of halls for a rare live performance of the greatest violinist ever. What makes him greater than let’s say the 6 year son of Mitsi Meebots, who says she, is the greatest in the world, as she is want to say at the 3rd annual Hubcap Festival. Nevermind, for now.
The virtuoso is European and has toured to sold out performances. You are dressed to the nines, and your ears are tuned to hear some of the greatest sounds coming from mortal man. The curtain drops, the lights are dimmed, and within seconds, you are taken to a place where you thought the human spirit could not go. It is perfect accord, and truly music to your ears.
The entire audience is numbed, as if suspended in pure delight, wondering how one person can play an instrument with four strings and make it sound like he has 36 fingers. Truly the violinist has captured the crowd and began his most sought after piece. The quiet was one of ultimate respect, and you cling tenaciously to each note as if it is manna from heaven.
You close your eyes and see the rain from the music, you see the colors of the sky, you can smell the aroma from the lily of the valley, and you feel the love of your spouse. Truly, this performer was well worth the wait, and he is not even half-way through his concert.
How in God’s name can such talent be given to men you wonder, as you can sense the crescendo of your own pulse, as your lips turn upward to begin the most pleasing of demure smiles.
You dare not even turn in approval to your seat mate lest you be a distraction to others, so you watch closely the face of the bowsmith when out of nowhere comes this noise:
‘CLACK, CLACK, CLACK CLACK CLACK CLACK.’ TATA TAT, TATA TAT A TAT.’ Instinctively you, and everyone else turns to see the noise, and its a boy, running up and down the aisle.
He has a drum stick, and he is playing his own brand of ‘music’ as he races up and down the rows banging on the seats. He is an instant nightmare. He starts to shout: ‘I can play the drums, I can play the violin, I can play the saxophone. My music is better than his.’ ‘Na na na na naa, nah.’
Naturally, the concert was disrupted, (the violinist continued to play) the lights were on, and there was near bedlam while the kid was being chased. Elusive and slippery, he boasted how he couldn’t be caught nor trapped.
An announcement was made that the concert was cancelled, (the violinist continued to play) and a few still heard the music, but most of the patrons went to their cars.
You may think it a stretch, but this is a fine picture of ‘sowing discord among brethren.’ One person with an agenda to disrupt, one person to steal another’s affections. And the boy? Yes, little John Meebots, who was taught the world revolved around him, was never disciplined or taught how to behave in public.
His interpretation of ‘play’ was simple discord. He had no training in the art of bedside manners, for he had a good teacher.
Yea, pride is the patron saint of discord.
Is this far-fetched? Some would say it is impossibly ridiculous in its out-of-place portrait of kid at a concert. That’s the point. Some things ARE ya know, like a fish in a bird’s nest, grapefruits grown in the Arctic circle, or clowns juggling at the funeral of your beloved.
Where there is a symphony there is an accord; there is an agreement of nature and purpose; there is harmony; there is music. Sowing discord is an attack on the music, it is an assault on the symphony, and it is extremely poor taste.
On the other hand, there was a possibility that the patrons could have ignored the screeching of that little owl, that miscreant sent to destroy, but their focus was lost by he whose job it was to simply make noise. Indeed, a few did ignore the little misfit.
How many times do you and I simply lose our focus because of a distraction; a ‘meebot’ moment as it were? The violinist was willing to play, but some in his audience were slow to listen.
Had they completely ignored the kid, his sounds of disruption would have gone softer and softer, and he would have crept out of the hall for the sake of his own embarrassment. Of course there is always a more excellent way, and guess who paid a personal visit to the home of little John Meebots with a personal gift? Yep, the Master violinist who takes his music everywhere.
In the midst of a world bent on sowing discord, He still giveth more grace.