The word “pathology” always makes me think of dark wood-paneled rooms filled with bookshelves and things floating in formaldehyde. They lurk creepily at the edge of your vision, but when you whip your head around to check they snap back to innocence. One of these days, damnit.
So naturally when I saw the book curiosity got the better of me. It’s called Dark Mirror: The pathology of the Singer-Songwriter by Donald Brackett. It’s about the universal quality of music, specifically the way some artists can write things that describe so perfectly what the rest of the world is feeling that it’s almost uncanny. And we wouldn’t have it any other way.
Brackett’s book tries to explain both how artists manage it and what it means for us, the listeners. He starts with Bob Dylan’s observation that making records is like working in a coal mine. He says artists do work in a coal mine, one built of “their own personalities and identities, real or imagined, into which they must first descend to scrape away at the dim walls of their own emotional mine shafts” (xiii). What they come up with is a coal “blacker than belief,” dragged up into the daylight under the pressure of intense concentration, until the product we see is stunning by comparison (xiii). Doing all this for the sake of an audience is a bit like being the canary in regular mining. The ultimate adventurer and the ultimate sacrifice.
From this perspective it’s a wonder anybody would be willing to try, but try they do. Maybe it’s because they know we’re all rooting for them out here at the top, hair blown by the dusty heat. It doesn’t seem enough to pay them back for the perils of that journey. Then again, maybe it is. Maybe they go down there because they need to. They don’t know what they’re going to find. They’re just driven by some inexplicable impulse to look right over there, and also around this corner. Somewhere in these hills is a river of gold.
When they find that elusive scrap of truth, then comes the really good part. They can hold it up above their heads and march for miles, showing everybody in the little prospecting town what treasure there is to be had. Brackett says, “So when we gaze into the dark mirror that each artist holds aloft, we are at first puzzled, since we can clearly see that the substance itself is mere carbon…but at the same time, we are astonished by the sudden brilliance [of it]” (xiii-xiv). We marvel at how familiar it is when all along we never saw it coming. That’s the beauty of it. The moment when the artist and the listener realize that they weren’t the only one. Someone else was there, thinking the same thing, and now someone has been brave enough to say it. It’s one more piece we can add to the vastly complicated puzzle. One more thing not to worry about because it has finally been pinned down. That kind of certainty would get even me into a mine shaft, and I hate things that go crunch in the dark.
Brackett, Donald. Dark Mirror: the Pathology of the Singer-Songwriter. Westport, CT: Praeger Publishers, 2008.