
There is a God – Music
James Quitman Mulholland
Professor Emeritus at the School of Music at the Jordan College of the Arts, Butler University
My quest for beauty in life began rather early. Of course, the beauty of music, but also the beauty of literature, (poetry). I was an only child; my home was in Laurel Mississippi, (also the home of great soprano and friend Leontyne Price). For entertainment most evenings, my Father quoted poetry and my Mother played the piano and sang. I had a strong boy-soprano voice and soon I began joining in, and at nine began studying voice and piano. I memorized Dad’s favorite poems by rote. At twelve, I began studying composition with a young composer who returned to his home in Laurel after suffering a nervous breakdown while working on his doctorate. He was a “God-send” to me musically. I’ve oft been asked when did I first begin my love for music. I’ve responded that the question is tantamount to asking me when I first began loving my Mother. She, like music, was always there nurturing me with belonging, comfort, and fulfillment, holding me with love.
On the advent of my ninetieth year on this earth, I’ve come to believe that music is the sixth sense. We can live without any of the senses, (sight, sound, taste, touch, and scent), not as happy or content, but we can survive. The same with music, we can live without it, but what a void it would leave in our lives. In addition, music serves as an aphrodisiac for all the other senses.
I visited a friend in Hollywood, a composer who had a movie being screened for which he wrote the music. There were back to back showings with invited guest to see the film with a simple questionnaire to be filled out at the end of the movie. Eighty percent from the first showing gave it a “thumbs down”. I didn’t particularly like the film either. Shortly, they ushered in another audience to see the film. Ninety percent of this audience said the movie was great. What was the difference in the two showings? The first showing was without my friend’s music. I instantly recognized the difference, but still was completely blown away at the difference it made. The poet Heinrich Heine said, “When words can express no more, music begins.”
I feel the text in choral music is sometimes deemphasized, (abused). The poem is the mother of the music. Text should not be treated as an invited guest. The text rules, regardless of all other musical accoutrements. Sometimes, it sounds as if the text is not allowed to get in the way of the music. There’s a simple solution, compose instrumental music. When music becomes the “onomatopoeia” of the text, what a magnificent beauty. “A thing of beauty is a joy forever” – Keats.
Inspire yourself with daily knowledge. A philosopher said, “Growing old is mandatory, growing wise is optional.” To be personal, having written over 600 works, I write four hours every day. Last year I finished a two hundred page published memoir and this year (‘24), a three hundred page novel. I’ve rearranged my ”Red, Red Rose” a cappella for my ninetieth birthday that will be premiered by the University of Southern Mississippi Chorale, directed by Greg Fuller and the MENC Honor Choir, guest director, Lynne Gackle in January, ’25).
In the future, find me sitting under a huge oak tree, writing, as I listen to the beginning of the 4th movement of Brahms’ 1st Symphony. I see a mature magnolia tree in full bloom standing next to a withering tree with a wisteria vine that o’er the years has wrapped its sinewy arms all the way to the top, bursting with hanging odiferous opulence. Birds are winging from tree to tree in competition with the Brahms. My two loved ones are sitting on either side of me as the French horn makes its entrance in the Brahms with the most beautiful melody ever written, soaring through this visage – This is enough! This is my sermon. There is a God! Music!

