Brown University - Liber Brunensis Yearbook (Providence, RI)

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The Sounds of Silence has become a catchword and clich for many of us, but only because it is true. In our own world we know that vision is not enough, for all too often what seems to be isn't; so we trust to our ears for further information about the world around us. The sounds of our environment are all about us; yet we are not content sim- ply with the comfortable and the familiar, for if we are to create anew we must know and hear more. Thus we turn to others who have recorded their visions in a life of music, and we incorporate their music into our own being. Simply note how we listened to Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band and how it became a part of us. That album like many, many others gives us a view of what is right and what is wrong, of what should be and what shouldn't be. We hear and we listen and we dance and we play. Over and over again, whether on records or tapes or on blues harps, we seek answers to our questions in music. And in this striving to hear more in the music and in life, some have turned to drugs for help. The sounds and sights enveloping us become heightened and more alive in a drug- induced haze, and so we turn on'' to turn into ourselves in order that we may eventually turn out into lives made more meaningful through introspection. Others find this same introspection possible without Pot or LSD, but we are all seeking the same state of awareness and existence whether in drugs, in alcohol, or in quiet contemplation. The Dormouse says 'Feed your Head' and whether alone or in groups, with drugs or without, some of the main foods for our heads and our entire beings are the sounds pouring out of our record players: The Sounds of Silence and the Sounds of Life.