This video inspires me. People from a slum built on a garbage dump creating beauty and hope from recycling and music.
Too often we of the first world nations and/or first world wealth fall into what I call ‘first world problems’. When we went out for dinner the potatoes were cold; some jerk cut us off on our drive home from work; we had to deal with our annoying boss again, we’re carrying just a bit too much weight on those hips, etc. In our day-to-day, these issues seem so grandiose, and yet on a world scale so mundane…
I like to think that we as first world nation people, have much to offer, give and share with our third world sisters and brothers… and yet maybe the coin is double-sided and there is much that we can learn from them as well.
A few years back I traveled in Cambodia. My mother was very worried for my safety in such a poor country. And yes, they had so little in the way of monetary wealth that even me, a poor struggling student, was rich in their eyes. This beautiful culture lost almost everything during the Khmer Rouge reign – family, friends, jobs, wealth, education, stability, to name a few. Our assumption would be that a culture thus decimated, with no infrastructure, would be unsafe and angry. Instead I was met with people who understood that when you lose everything, all you have left is each other… the embracing warmth I experienced with the Cambodian people was extraordinary; out of mass genocide and poverty, came a real understanding of true love, loyalty and human connection. It was then I thought we could be learn just as much from them as they could from us!
In our first world nations, it is easy to take art for granted. Music is ever at our fingertips, art hangs decadent on our walls, architectural feats wind above us and below, plays/operas/tv/movies abound with a wealth of creativity, and even food is presented with artistic flare. How can having so much access to art blind us to its true gifts? Art is not just a frivolous and expendable hobby – it has the power to nourish our souls! Especially in this crazy-paced culture we are living in! How can we define history by our art and artists, yet in the present take the magic they create in our lives for granted?
The young musicians of the LandfillHarmonic are living the healing magic of music. Art for them is not disposable, it’s indispensable. The ingenuity to create instruments from garbage, and the hope created by the opportunity to play music is truly inspiring. This is a lesson I hope we can learn from…