Karen Loew, writing in the Atlantic, laments the lack of communal singing from our culture: How Communal Singing Disappeared From American Life. I heartily agree. Loew suggests, "in these divided times as much as ever, we need to do some singing and feeling together, united as both citizens and amateurs."
As I read, I was reminded of Steven Mithen's book, The Singing Neanderthals. Mithen explores the origins of music and language, arguing that a holistic musical protolanguage actually preceded language as we now have it.
I’ve been a surgeon for eight years. For the past couple of them, my performance in the operating room has reached a plateau. I’d like to think it’s a good thing—I’ve arrived at my professional peak. But mainly it seems as if I’ve just stopped getting better.
During the first two or three years in practice, your skills seem to improve almost daily. It’s not about hand-eye coördination—you have that down halfway through your residency. As one of my professors once explained, doing surgery is no more physically difficult than writing in cursive. Surgical mastery is about familiarity and judgment. You learn the problems that can occur during a particular procedure or with a particular condition, and you learn how to either prevent or respond to those problems.