Experience: that most brutal of teachers. But you learn, my God do you learn.
-Clive Staples Lewis
I’ve been employed at California State University, Northridge since last September as a research assistant in the psychology department working on a study in autism, working memory and music. I completed my training and began administration of the study in January of this year. I’ve tested ten clinical subjects, three control subjects, and loved nearly every moment. What I’d like to speak about is a fairly recent observation.
It’s nothing short of ironic that I am almost identically following in the academic footsteps of my mother. Despite the fact that she was not satisfied until the completion of her second doctorate in phenomenological and existential psychology, she spent a great deal of time before and after as an independently contracted school diagnostician. When I told her I was to be trained on how to properly administer the Wechsler Intelligence Scale for children, she was beside herself. I suppose it should not be ironic, then, that the one thing I’ve come to enjoy most in the process is what I’d heard years of stories pertaining to when I was a child. That aspect is the outcome when one properly executes and achieves psychological rapport.
The concept of rapport can obviously be applied in a number of contexts and situation, and like most things, can be pursued and established for good or ill. It is a technique used in manipulation, in sales, and in seduction. It can also used to coax out life-saving information from victims in the midst trauma, to bond with strangers in a new environment, and closest to home for me, to comfort and elicit high performance qualities from nervous children brought in for an extensive battery of psychoeducational evaluation. As they frequently wonder “What is wrong with me?” or “Why am I here?” I have learnt a bit of understanding and reaching out can go for miles. One of the most interesting features I’ve observed thus far as that the children on the ASD scale-children thought to commonly possess a ‘faulty’ mirror neuron system that would keep them from typically developed empathy responses- should seem so sensitive to their surroundings.
Every child, with the exception of one (who in the end did not meet the criteria for the study), has not only displayed a warm demeanor and trusting disposition, but also has volunteered to sing back to me in my pilot study. After testing my first two control subjects, I realized that asking high school boys to sing to me may as well have been climbing Mt.Everest (or so I thought). However, nine out of ten of my clinical subjects, after my initial singing the pilot study to them, felt comfortable enough to sing it right back to me, as my original protocol dictates. This reasoning can be due to a number of things, but it’s an achievement I was unable to make with any control subjects. All I know is had the first autistic male not simply asked that instead of speaking the phrases after me, “Can I sing it out loud like you did?” I never would have continued the pilot in that manner, and heard the other 8 boys sing.
It is small testing group thus far to be sure. I’m still sorting through data, and trying to discern exactly what it shows about the empathy, musicianship and working memory of the young, high-functioning autistic population. Until I do, I simply wanted to share the portion of it that made me so incredibly happy. While the most difficult part of the project was reading through each individual IEP and noting every social and emotional setback the child had experienced, the easiest part was talking and joking with the boys about how much they played video games, that they were eating all the oreos and juice set aside for their parents, and what lovely singing voices they had. I do not always love the computational administration, or working with personnel who do not share my passion for children. I do, however, love these kids, and have all the hope for them in the world. Rapport does not have to be a dangerous method of transference and countertransference that sets the psychologist on the path of no return. It does not have to be an empty therapeutic tactic to secure a goal with little regard of what the patient really needs. It really can just be taking a short amount of time out of your day, and looking at life through another’s perspective. One will often be amazed with what they find.
Thanks to Pravin Jeya for his inquiry as to the origin of my PhD topic. Many of you have asked, and without going too in depth into my passionate affair with fight or flight and the amygdala, I have tried to explain where it began. The post may be found here, and I would encourage you to check it out in conjunction with Pravin’s work.
If one were to ask for my academic or intellectual rationale for choosing music psychology, I would most likely rattle off something matter-of-factly about how I’ve grown up around music and psychology. My parents were psychologists; my mother has two doctorates so academic achievement was always very important. Yet they always stressed the cultural and intellectual importance of music. Music is what I do, and I have a lazy passion for the more philosophical side of things, so it simply ‘made sense,’ as it were.
As to my intellectual rationale for music psychology, it started exactly a year ago. From the time I discovered Dr. Victoria Williamson’s research in the applied neuroscience of music, I’ve been completely enamored with the field. Since I was a young child, I’ve been devoted to the pursuit of music in any way possible. I’ve been involved in music theatre, music video production and engineering, music composition, and music marketing in radio and television. As my emotional intelligence developed, however, I found I also had an intense desire to understand people and their motives. In high school and college, I took classes in philosophy, psychology and ethics. My first emphasis in college was music and psychology. But as I was strongly discouraged from pursuing majors with such ‘different focuses,’ I chose music alone. In line with this, I never resolved to solely do one or the other, and eventually it was cause for a year break before enrolling in a graduate programme. I found I simply could not be happy studying only music or only psychology. Enter my absolute elation upon discovering the Music, Mind and Brain programme at Goldsmiths College, University of London. I believe that their programme’s careful integration of music perception, neuroscience and statistical methods combined with a faculty of such encouragement and expertise will be just the training I seek in preparation of a PhD and a career in the field.
If someone were to ask to explain or justify my ‘non-academic’ journey into exactly what I have chosen to pursue, I still find myself needing to pause and really think it through. One catalyst for this is that my rationale is not static but dynamic, changing and evolving daily into something slightly new and adjusted. I suppose that that should say something in and of itself – the pursuit of music psychology has become my life blood – it’s what I think about most moments of every day. The more I’ve reflected on my own listening habits over the years, the more I realize there are few times I am without music. I use it advantageously in every possible situation. As an ENFJ (extroverted, intuitive, feeling, judging) Jungian personality type, being able to calm and put people at ease is one of my greatest joys, and strengths. Music can turn a moment of happiness into a moment of memorable bliss that stays with you always. It can also turn a slightly vague and uncomfortable memory into a transparent lake of psychoanalytical outpouring. Music is in everything, and it has the power to heal people.
If one were to ask the truly cementing factor in my life that secured music psychology, however, it is most of all the following. Last summer, I lost my step-sister, my father, and my best friend within two weeks of each other. Though I’d dealt with a fair share of hardship in adolescence, I’d never gone through anything of this magnitude. Through the process of witnessing my family’s grief (and my own) in spending time in hospitals and hospice, I felt more than ever an acute desire to help people through their pain. I never cease to be amazed at music’s capacity to bring about a mental resilience. I know music to be a healing tool, because I am a living attestation. There are many who would disagree with my personal ethic, but I continued to teach my private music lessons to children in the morning after I lost my father, and missed not a single lesson until several months later. I’m finding my time now to be alone and to grieve, but I honestly believe that the joy of working with kids in music sustained me through the more terrible moments, and as I said, I’ve kept in reserve the strength to maintain my lessons and lead a research project at the university. I wish to practice music psychology because I know it works. I now desire to delve further into the why, and the how.
My long-term goal is to complete a PhD in using music as a therapeutic tool in those who struggle with self-harm. From there exist many options I’d like to pursue, such as research and music therapy in a clinical setting. Though I have many different interests in listening behavior, emotional intelligence and applied neuroscience, the concept of psychological resilience remains of the most consequence to me, and I’ve many ideas how to pair this with music.
Diana Hereld holds a Bachelor’s degree in Music and Communication. She works currently as a psychology researcher at California State University, music tutor in piano and voice, and teacher for an early childhood music company. When she is not working, she spends her time independently researching all things music psychology and neuroscience, and theology/philosophy when it pertains to the former. Her interest is particularly in the way varied personality types respond emotionally to music, whether that can change over time in consequence of plasticity, and the implications for psychological resilience. She has just been accepted into the Music, Mind and Brain MSc programme at Goldsmiths College University of London for Fall 2012. You can follow her on Twitter @christypaffgen and subscribe to her blog, As the Spirit Wanes: The Form Appears.
Like many of my blogosphere friends, I intended on doing an ‘end-of-year-bests’ list. Unfortunately, (not unlike so many other aspirations of late not immediately pertinent to my health and/or professional obligations) this did not happen! On that note, I’d like to briefly leave you with my Five Piece Survival Kit, or,
How I Got Through 2011.
5. Basketball-This may seem a slightly out-of-place addition to this list in a music psychology blog, but I can’t count the times that the excitement of the insane upsets during March Madness, or simply playing at a local street court with friends just “got me through.” My friend’s own interpretation of The NBA’s 2011 Dunk Contest also led to arguably the most hilarity I experienced all year.
4. Dredg-Going to see Dredg live was the humble highlight of an otherwise very difficult summer. It signified a major turning point for me, and it was completely embodied in seeing them play in Hollywood. I have listened to the following song more than any other single song this year, very possibly exceeding 300 times. I suspect themes of loss and death, and facing new possibilities maybe for the first time has played a role in this.
3. The Millenium Trilogy-I can’t say enough about this story. I first marathoned the Swedish films around the end of the summer, and repeated the marathon 3 or 4 times after. Lisbeth’s character development has been a bit of an obsession for some time, and I have yet to tire of trying to work it out. I’ve also been looking forward to the American interpretation of Girl With The Dragon Tattoo for quite some time, and was able to catch it last night. Although I didn’t enjoy the way in which it conformed to Americanized emotion culture in the end, it was Craig at his best, and very well played. Also, Karen O singing to Trent Reznor’s arrangement of Led Zepplin? Yes, please.
2. The Roots How I Got Over- This album came out in 2010, but I really got in to it early this year, and just never let go. Somehow these guys create rhymes that resonate, and I can’t let it go. Noteworthy track-The Fire. Lyrically, dynamically, poetically perfect. Also the first instance in my life that I have enjoyed the use of John Legend.
1. Catherine Malabou’s What Should We Do With Our Brain? – Early this summer, a friend was reading this. During the course of going back and forth from Seattle to LA (3 times over the course of a month and a half) I borrowed this book. For whatever reason, however, I never made it past the introduction until my travels had ceased in the beginning of August. I picked it up very randomly one day in the aftermath of loss and shock, and I haven’t put it down since. It has radically altered the course of my life. Months later, I’ve had the privilege of briefly speaking with Catherine, and remain very encouraged. When in the work she asks “What must we be conscious of (and not merely acquainted with) concerning brain plasticity? What is the nature of its meaning…” She replies as follows:
We will respond, without playing on words, by saying that the consciousness we want to raise on the subject of plasticity has to do with its power to naturalize consciousness and meaning (9).
Happy New Year’s, Everybody.
Much remains to write about from my trip, my new vocational experiences as vocalist and researcher, and life in general, but until I may finally settle down (very possibly tomorrow, as I will fly home to Seattle for a week) I will share something personal that I have done since being back.
A year or so ago, a friend showed me this song by Joanna Newsom. It was the first thing I ever heard her do. Sometime shortly after, I fell in love with her and covered her myself on my little 2 track. It was suggested it was rather nice, and that I record it professionally. Here is the rough track from Dec 17, 2011. This song will never be mixed, or mastered. I will not cover her again, I’m finished now. But I couldn’t let her go without one last hoorah.
The following is my cover of one of the saddest and heartfelt songs I have ever heard. For the other two of hers that never fail to leave me completely wrecked and in awe, please go here and here. I hope you enjoy it.
Go Long (Vocal and Piano by Diana Hereld, originally recorded by Joanna Newsom)
Last night, again,
you were in my dreams
several expendable limbs were at stake
you were a prince, spinning rims
all sentiments indian-given
and half-baked
I was brought
in on a palanquin
made of the many bodies
of beautiful women
brought to this place to be examined,
swaying on an elephant:
a princess of india
We both want the very same thing.
We are praying
I am the one to save you
But you don’t even own,
your own violence
Run away from home-
your beard is still blue
with the loneliness of you mighty men,
with your jaws, and fists, and guitars
and pens, and your sugarlip,
but I’ve never been to the firepits with you mighty men
Who made you this way?
Who made you this way?
Who is going to bear your beautiful children?
Do you think you can just stop,
when you’re ready for a change?
Who will take care of you
when you’re old and dying?
You burn in the Mekong,
to prove your worth,
Go Long! Go Long!
Right over the edge of the earth!
You have been wronged,
tore up since birth.
You have done harm.
Others have done worse.
Will you tuck your shirt?
Will you leave it loose?
You are badly hurt.
You’re a silly goose.
You are caked in mud,
and in blood, and worse.
Chew your bitter cud,
Grope your little nurse.
Do you know why
my ankles are bound in gauze
(sickly dressage:
a princess of kentucky)?
In the middle of the woods
(which were the probable cause),
we danced in the lodge
like two panting monkeys.
I will give you a call, for one last hurrah.
If this tale is tall, forgive my scrambling.
But you keep palming along the wall,
moving at a blind crawl,
but always rambling.
Wolf-spider, crouch in your funnel nest,
If I knew you, once,
now I know you less,
In the sinking sand,
where we’ve come to rest,
have I had a hand in your loneliness?
When you leave me alone
in this old palace of yours,
it starts to get to me. I take to walking,
What a woman does is open doors.
And it is not a question of locking
or unlocking.
Well, I have never seen
such a terrible room-
gilded with the gold teeth
of the women who loved you!
Now, though I die,
Magpie, this I bequeath:
by any other name
a jay is still blue
with the loneliness
of you mighty men,
with your mighty kiss
that might never end,
while, so far away,
in the seat of the west,
burns the fount
of the heat
of that loneliness.
There’s a man
who only will speak in code,
backing slowly, slowly down the road.
May he master everything
that such men may know
about loving, and then letting go.
As most of you know, I recently returned from a three week trip to England, Scotland and Austria. This was the result of a year of following research, many months of dreaming, and quite a substantial time creating a proposal of my own. I do not believe I’ve ever thrown myself into pursuing a field with quite a force, and I was always one to take studies seriously in college. I feel, as I have never quite before, that I’ve simply found my niche.
It was nearly one year ago that I learnt people were actually utilizing music in the furthering of neuroscientific study. I had been in dialogue with several friends over a period of six months or so in the personal battle as to whether to pursue vocal performance or possibly existential psychology in grad school. Because in the end I could not bear the thought of leaving music behind, I had previously quite grudgingly prepared to enter a MMus voice program at either TCU or UW. However, at the end of my auditions for these programs, I was miserable. All I wanted to do was read and be exposed to new things. To put it bluntly, I was a singer and didn’t want anything to do with it. For this, I decided to take a year off, teach piano and voice to support myself, and kind of “figure it out from there.” It was about this time last year that it all clicked (like nothing ever has in my life) as I was shown a way to reconcile the two. It was through the camaraderie of a couple of professors, my mother and late father, and a young intellectual working in a pizza place that I finally stumbled my way into something that would very possibly consume me for years to come.
I went abroad to accomplish one thing and many things, but most importantly to realize if the logistics of this aspiration were realistic. I have accomplished this goal first and foremost, and learnt a great deal more. For someone who holds an undergrad in music, absolutely no background in neuroscience or statistical method, and hadn’t the foggiest as to how to use APA, I’ve come quite a distance.
My next steps are to follow up on the many contacts I made whilst in London and Vienna, prepare for my pilot study for ASD and music in January, and apply for Goldsmiths MMB programme. As I have yet to compile my massive collection of notes, photos, and recordings into EndNote (and recover from being ill and jetlagged), I felt it necessary to at least take a moment in gratitude for everyone who has been so very supportive over the past few months. Without getting too sentimental here, I want to thank Cooper for his endless patience and genius in helping me craft my proposal, Cory for his constant ‘tech-support’ and creating a way to fund the conference portion of my trip, the former two as well as Bonnie, Brenda, Thomas, Pamela and the others who selflessly made donations to make it possible, Luca and Austin who gave me a place to stay, my dear friends Andrew, Jonathan and Josh who have listened to my hair-brained schemes from the very beginning, and my ‘blogosphere big brothers’ here and here who have been so encouraging in academic advice. Also, thanks to Pravin for the lovely article he’s written on me and my process of raising funding. I feel a bit silly, as I act as if I’ve just accepted a Grammy or some such nonsense; all the same, I feel it very important to acknowledge what everyone’s support and encouragement has meant to me. Thank you all, and I shall work to produce some type of fruit of your labor soon!
The second world congress of clinical neuromusicology is taking place December 2-3 in Vienna, Austria. The lectures involve presentations and seminars by scholars in the fields of neurology, philosophy and neuroimaging from around the world. Here is a link to the program, which focuses on the applied neuroscience of music.
Though I am far from being a working clinician, I would be registered as a trainee. As I leave for the UK in a little over 24 hours to meet with various professionals in the field, this would be an enormous opportunity for myself. I’ve spent a couple hours online trying to find the very most inexpensive bus/train/plane/hostel to get me to this conference, and spoke with the head of the conference this morning-half in German! As it stands, I simply can’t afford it. I’m about 350$ short. This would pay for a low-cost flight, a room for one night and trainee entrance to the conference. It’s a very long shot, but I’ll be the first to emphatically proclaim you never know what you may achieve until you try. If you feel you are able, I would be so grateful for any small donation.
If anyone is interested as to why I love neuromusicology, I would love to speak with you about it! Or, you may read of it here.
In honor of my favorite month, here is one of my very first originals written for piano and voice.
Written and performed by Diana Hereld in November, 2008. Recorded and engineered by Kenton Schultz.
Pain has no face now
It’s not enough to bleed
If it’s all about the show and tell
She can’t be all you need
Painfully he scrubs her wrist
While she looks away
Funny how you’d never know
From how she takes the day
So once again she’ll lay down
And beg the world pass by
She’s so confused ’cause every night
She’s sleeping with the Lie
WHEN ALL IS SAID AND DONE NOW IT’S ALL ABOUT THE TRUTH THAT TAKES YOU HOME
…come and see her slowly fade watch her fall away people speaking never knew from how she took the day crime and punishment she tried maybe it’s not too late of all she’s learned she surely knows that love can conquer fate…
Angel, Down We Go Together
(originally recorded by S. P. Morrissey, 1987)
Angel, angel
Don’t take your life tonight
I know they take and that they take in turn
And they give you nothing real for yourself in return
But when they’ve used you and they’ve broken you
And wasted all your money
And cast your shell aside
And when they’ve bought you and they’ve sold you
And they’ve billed you for the pleasure
And they’ve made your parents cry
I will be here, oh, believe me
I will be here, believe me
Angel, don’t take your life
Some people have got no pride
They do not understand the urgency of life
But I love you more than life
I love you more than life
I love you more than life
I love you more than life
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