As I’m here, I thought I might share with you a recent contribution I made to a discussion on The Session. It might be appreciated by those who, like me, suffer from melanostigmatophobia, a not-altogether irrational fear or loathing of the black dots.
'And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why I gave up on music theory about 65 years ago. I couldn’t relate to the logic which, I am assured, underpins it.
I sometimes wish Bob Newhart or Victor Borge had done a sketch about it:
"There are eight notes in an octave, you say? So you have eight lines to represent them? No, you use the spaces as well?
So it’s four lines and four spaces, right? …Five lines you say? … And the five lines and four spaces allow you to represent… eight notes. No? Because there are actually TWELVE notes in an eight-note octave? I see….
Let’s come back to that. You mentioned earlier that the notes are known by letters so the scale goes A, B, C, D and so on, right?
Wait, what? The first note is actually C? That’s… original….
But the first line represents the first note in the scale, and the first space the next, and so on, right? So if the first note is C, the first line is called C and so on…?
Wait, you’re telling me the first note is C, BUT IT DOESN’T EVEN APPEAR ON THE PAGE???
Oh, look, just forget the whole thing, I’m sorry I asked."