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William Basinski and the Music of 9/11

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There has been a lot of music inspired by or associated with the terrorist attacks of September 11, 2001, but perhaps none is as poignant or thought-provoking as William Basinski’s The Disintegration Loops.  

I tend to associate impressionable events in my life with music. Sometimes it’s the music that I heard during the event, other times it’s music that reminds me of the event. Whatever the case, the memory isn’t complete unless there’s a soundtrack.

When it comes to the terrorist attacks of September 11, 2001, I remember every moment of that day better than any other, but I don’t recall listening to any specific music. For a while, the soundtrack of that memory consisted only of breaking news updates and uncertain conversations with friends and family. And while the number of songs inspired by the event is almost enough to constitute its own genre, none of them truly captured my reaction to the event. That is, until I heard The Disintegration Loops by experimental composer William Basinski:  

What you’re hearing in the above piece, “Dlp 1.1,” is a continuous loop of music that Basinski recorded on magnetic tape in the 1980s, and attempted to convert to digital in the months leading up to September 11. As the story goes, the nearly 20-year-old tape deteriorated on the spindle with each pass, and over the course of the hour-long composition, you can hear the music slowly disintegrate. From a musical perspective, it may seem impossible to appreciate one six-second piece of music looped continuously for over an hour, but I invite you to give it a shot. I think you’ll be surprised by how complex and heartbreakingly beautiful the piece becomes over time. Upon its release in 2002, Basinski relayed that this was what he listened to on the morning of September 11 as he watched and videotaped the Twin Towers collapse and the dust billow across lower Manhattan from his rooftop vantage point. For that reason, it’s become permanently associated with the event, and has often been the music of choice in commemoration events.

Considering the story behind its creation and association, the obvious reaction for listeners is melancholy and sadness. For me, though, it’s a bit different. When I first heard this piece, I was unaware of the back story. My immediate reaction was one of nostalgia; a very specific moment from my childhood that I hadn’t thought about until hearing this. I was five years old at the time, and it was a hot, summer day at my grandparents’ house. My grandma was just about to take me and a couple of the neighborhood kids to McDonald’s for lunch, and I knew that meant I was about to get a chocolate milkshake. In short, I could hardly contain my excitement and I believe it was likely the earliest memory I have of pure, unadulterated joy. This piece conjures that very simple, but powerful moment for me. And while on the surface it would seem that this memory has nothing to do with September 11, I’ve realized over time that it has everything to do with my reaction to that event.

Without getting overly dramatic, September 11 and its aftermath irreversibly changed me as a person. It forced me to reconsider my politics, my faith, and eventually, even my personal relationships. For me, it marked the beginning of an essential process that everyone goes through during that period of life between growing up and being a grown up; where you outgrow the skin of your youth and simply need to shed it in order to grow.

Listening to this loop reminds me that, at one time, it was possible for me to find complete joy and satisfaction in something as trivial as a McDonald’s milkshake. While I may never experience something like that joy again, it’s good to be reminded that it’s still possible, and that I’ll likely never find out unless I allow myself to grow and remain open minded. I appreciate the desire to remember this day with solemnity and a heavy heart. But thanks to this particular piece of music, I remember September 11 as a personal moment of rebirth.  

Christian Williams is Editor in Chief of Utne Reader, and he also paints and makes music. View and listen to his work at www.christianwwilliams.com. Follow him on Twitter: @cwwilliams. 

A Time for Being Sick


Finding contentment in the most unlikely places.

Part of my morning routine includes reading a chapter or two of the Tao Te Ching—the ancient book of Taoist wisdom attributed to the mythical Chinese sage Lao-tzu. I particularly like Stephen Mitchell’s modern translation from 1998 and find something in it to meditate on nearly every day. Recently, the following lines from Chapter 29 came in handy when I caught a particularly nasty virus:

There is a time for being ahead, a time for being behind;
a time for being in motion, a time for being at rest;
a time for being vigorous, a time for being exhausted;

A stupid source of pride for me has always been defiance in the face of illness; to keep working and pushing myself as if I’m healthy. If I feel like I’m getting sick, I’ll prepare for it by taking extra work home just in case I’m not able to make it into the office the next day, and then work just as hard from home when I should be resting. This time was different, though.

In the past, the “wasted” time of a day spent in bed would have gnawed at me as I’d think about all of the work left undone. But this time, the lines from Chapter 29 came to mind, specifically: “a time for being vigorous, a time for being exhausted.” One of the many benefits I’ve gained from studying the Tao Te Ching is a profound respect for the duality of this existence. In order to truly appreciate being healthy, I recognize that I must also know what it means to be sick. And allowing myself to be sick involves accepting that it will take time for the illness to run its course and for my body to return to health. Even though I didn’t turn on my laptop, I don’t remember ever having a more productive sick day. My job that day was simply to be sick and I did it well.  

Along with giving my body and mind an overdue day of rest, I caught a glimpse of something else that day: contentment. While ambition and desire can be great motivators for success, I’ve found they are also the sources of disappointment and dissatisfaction when we fail to balance them. They train us to view every moment as an opportunity for advancement, but chide us when we hesitate or fall short. They keep our eyes on the future at the expense of appreciating the here and now. When you’re always thinking about what’s next, contentment becomes an illusion that’s just around the corner instead of a reality that’s right in front of your face.

It seems strange to find contentment in being sick, but that’s what happened when I switched off my ambition and desire for a bit. For me, it’s just another example of what’s possible when I slow down and allow myself to experience the present moment. Being sick obviously isn’t as fun as being healthy, but it’s still a reminder that I’m alive.

Photo courtesy Sundaram Ramaswamy, licensed under Creative Commons