옛날 옛적 삼국시대에 유명한 음악인 50명이
지리산에 들어가서 평생 산에서 나오지 않았다고 합니다.
그렇게 살아가면서 만들었던 음악은 어땠을까요?

가야의 악성 우륵은 나라의 몰락을 앞두고
신라에 귀화하고 여러곡을 전했으나
그 음악이 지나치게 음란하다하여 거부당한 후
신라에 맞게 음악을 만들고 정리를 했다고 합니다.
과연 몰락하는 왕국의 음란한 음악은 어땠고,
새로운 강대국 나라 신라의 음악은 또 어땠을까요?

mp3에 대한 음반협회의 노여움이
문광부를 부추겨서 개정되고 시행을 앞둔
저작권법 때문에 네티즌들이 분개를 하고 있습니다.
사적인 이용, 비상업적 이용자체도 불법으로 간주하여
저작권자들에게 비용을 지불하지 않고
인터넷상에 음악을 유통하는 모든 행위를 단속할거라고 합니다.
물론 아직은 친고죄의 형태이긴하지만
좋은 음악을 듣고 이거 좋다 들어봐봐...라고 하는 식의
사적인 권유와 공유조차 막겠다는 식의 발상입니다.

우리나라가 인터넷의 펌이 심하기도 하고
또 인터넷의 속성상 저작권의 기준이 애매한 부분도 있겠지만,
인터넷에 접속하는 모든 국민들을
잠재적인 범죄자로 만드는 법의 시행이네요.

분명 저작권은 지켜져야 합니다.
그러나 상업적 이익이 아닌 순수한 개인적 차원의 이용마저
범법행위로 만드는 발상은 참으로 위험합니다.
저야 뭐 mp3를 쓰는 일도 거의 없고
음악도 뮤크박스에서 돈을 내고 쓰긴하지만
제 영상에 들어간 음악의 저작권을 묻는다면
할말이 없습니다.

2000년의 저작권법의 경우 상업적 용도외의 이용은
허용된다고 분명히 명시되어 있지만
지금은 어떤지 잘 모르겠네요...

참 황당하고 황망한 발상과 짓거리라는
생각이 듭니다.

(그림은 비엔니아브스키의 바이올린 협주곡
3악장을 들으며 떠올렸던 이미지를
20년만에 그려본 것입니다.)


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최민식 선생님의 사진을 보면
유독 무언가를 먹는 사진이 많습니다.
길에서 국수를 먹는 아이,
숟가락질을 하다가 카메라를 바라보는 아이,
시장통에서 밥을 먹는 아낙...

물론 지금 끼니에 대한 감정이 그 시절만큼은 못할 것입니다.
그런 가난의 시기를 지나 우리는 여기 와있습니다.
하지만 근래에 접한 결식아동들의 도시락 이야기에
슬프기도 하고 분개하게 됩니다.
힘없고 보살핌 없는 아이들에게 가져다준 도시락.
제대로 전해져야 할 가격만큼의 내용물이 못되는...

어떤 아이는 그것을 먹고
감사하다는 쪽지를 넣어서 통을
되돌려주었다고 합니다.
문제가 되자 부랴부랴 도시락 업체를 바꾸는 둥
수선을 피우지만,
가난한 자의 먹을 거리로 장난을 치는 이들은
정말 어떻게 용서받을 수 있을지


(사진은 지난해 이맘쯤 만들었던 떡국)








american pie / don mclean

A long long time ago, I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while

But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd daliver
Bad news on the doorstap
I couldn't take one more step

I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
Something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.
 
So bye bye Miss American pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good ole boys
Were drinkin' whisky ane rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
  
Did you write the book of love and
Do you have faith in God above?
If the bible tells you so

Now do you believe in rook and roll
Can music save your mortal soul and
Can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well I know that you're in love with him
Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym
You both kicked off your shose
Man, I dig those rhythm and bluses

I was a lonely teenage broncin's buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singing
Bye bye Miss American pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry

Them good ole boys
Were drinkin' whisky ane rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die.

Now for ten years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin's stone
But that's not how it used to be

When the Jester sang for the king
And queen in a coat
He borrowned from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me

Oh, and while the king was looking down
The Jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned,
No verdict was returned

And while Lennin read a book on Marx
The coart took practice in the park
And we sang dirties in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singin's
Bye bye Miss American pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry

Them good ole boys
Were drinkin' whisky ane rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die.

Helter-skelter in the summer sweiter
The birds flew off with a fall-out shelter
Eight miles high and fallin's fast

It landed foul on the gress
The players tried for a forware pass,
With the Jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
But we never got the chance

Cause the players tried to take the field,
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed the day
The music died.

We started singin's
Bye bye Miss American pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry

Them good ole boys
Were drinkin' whisky ane rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die.

Oh, in there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again

So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack sat on a candlestick cause
Fire is the devils only friend

Oh, as I watched him on the stage,
My hands were clenched in festive rage
No angel born in heaven could break
That stan's spell

And as the flames climbed high
Into the night
The sacrificial rite I saw satan
Laughing with delight the day the music died

He was singin's
Bye bye Miss American pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry

Them good ole boys
Were drinkin' whisky ane rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die.

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But the just smiled and turned away

I went down to the sacred store
Where I heard the music years before
But the man there said the music
Wouldn't play

In the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken,
The church bells all were broken

And he three man I admire most
The father, son an the holy ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

And they were singin'
Bye bye Miss American pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry

Them good ole boys
Were drinkin' whisky ane rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die.

They were singin'
Bye bye Miss American pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry

Them good ole boys
Were drinkin' whisky ane rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die.