There’s a word you’re probably not familiar with unless you’re an Ornette Coleman fan; it’s his own invention to express his theory of music as information, and his account is not all that comprehensible:
Harmolodic is a noun. A name used as a transmitter for communicating information.
Communicating the equal access of information for multiple expression.
Harmolodic applied to the five senses. As altered information equal to their own perception…
The five senses work in concert and respond instantly to information concerning the Body, like sound responds to music.
In the twenty first century, music and language will become homogenous in sound where the ethnical tongues will remain the same. Melody, composition, improvisors, styles in their present form will become Harmolodic according to each one’s own concept.
But hey, he’s a composer, not a lexicographer. At any rate, I love his music, and thought I’d celebrate him on his birthday (prompted by the always hip wood s lot).
While I’m broadcasting from the Vanguard (and I note with pleasure that’s the #8 Google hit for the word), I have to mention something that startled the hell out of me yesterday evening. As I was getting on the Metro-North train that would shortly whisk me home along the gorgeous Hudson River, I glanced over at the train across the platform, whose cars had the names of river towns in large block letters on the sides. One said OSSINING, another COLD SPRING. In between, a car’s legend read simply, inexplicably, and joyously THELONIOUS MONK.