Last Saturday’s Guardian newspaper included this article by Daniel J Levitin, which concerns the scientific (specifically, neurological) evidence for the hypothesis that everyone loves the Beatles. I’ve seen this sort of thing before. As someone who positively can’t stand the Beatles, I always find these things troublesome, as they seem to imply there’s something wrong with my poor brain, additional to the things I already know are wrong with it.
This idea that brain-scans can confirm our intuitions about complex cultural phenomena is pretty widespread, especially in weekend newspapers. Levitin himself has an impressively sciencey list of publications, mostly not on music and some involving mice, which I’m in no way qualified to review. There’s a lot to disagree with in the Guardian article on factual or very basic argumentative grounds, but I’ll leave that aside and focus on the main thrust.
The question he sets out with is:
Will [The Beatles’] songs continue to inspire future generations? Or will their music die along with the generation intoxicated by their wit and charisma in the mind-expanding 60s? […] [W]ill they last in the way that Mozart and Beethoven have lasted?
Now, this is not, on the face of it, a question that can be answered scientifically. Even if we had a quantitative and objective measure of musical quality, it might be that The Beatles would score very poorly on it, yet they’d continue to be popular for centuries because people are idiots. On the other hand, there are plenty of composers and musicians who are thought by afficionados to be really superb, but whom our culture en masse has ignored, because people are idiots.
I don’t see why longevity or popularity should be highly correlated with musical “quality”, assuming the latter term has any meaning. One meaning you could give it is an economic one, and one hears from time to time a defence of the idea that the best art is the art that makes the most money, or attracts the most consumers. This, however, is not at all what Levitin is talking about.
His working assumption is this:
Great songs activate deep-rooted neural networks in our brains that encode the rules and syntax of our culture’s music. Through a lifetime of listening, we have learned what is essentially a complex calculation of statistical probabilities of what chord is likely to follow what, and how melodies are formed.
There is an old (and much-contested) school of musicology that finds aesthetic value in the setting-up and defeating of expectations. There’s more to it than that, obviously, but that’s the rough idea. I guess this is okay as a working hypothesis, but there are three things I object to about what Levitin does with it.
First, this is not the only available theory of musical value, and it doesn’t work for a lot of musical traditions. The danger of adopting an aesthetic criterion universally is that it forces you to conclude that music that doesn’t fit with it is junk. It’s also pretty easy to construct counter-examples of music that ought, according to the theory, be really great, but is in fact awful.
Second, I very much doubt that Levitin has been able to validate this assumption with any rigour in the laboratory. If he hasn’t then it’s pretty irresponsible to write as if it were fact in a popular newspaper.
Third, and most important, it seems self-evident to me that neuroscience can tell us nothing about the relative value of different kinds of music. All it can tell you is how an individual is responding to a piece of music and then treat many such observations statistically. If I like The Beatles (did I mention I don’t?) and you like Ravi Shankar, no brain scan in the world can tell Dr levitin whether The Beatles are better than Ravi Shankar (they aren’t). I’m also a bit suspicious that the neuroscience is mainly there to beef up the dodgy aesthetic argument.
I just wanted to end with this:
The timelessness of Beatles melodies was brought home to me by Les Boréades, who have recorded three CDs of Beatles music arranged for and played on baroque instruments.
There’s no philosophical point to make here, it’s just that the very idea of this makes me feel queasy.