Inspired by a quote attributed to the eastern mystic Meyer Baba, Bobby McFerrin created this a cappella masterpiece. And, although Michael Musto of the Village Voice has proclaimed it the “worst song of all time”, and Blender Magazine snarked “it’s difficult to think of a song more likely to plunge you into suicidal despondency,” this irrepressible ditty stands as the cornerstone of a singular musical career, festooned with awards and encomiums, including a Grammy for Lifetime achievement in 2022.
It’s not so much the possibly insipid - (depending on your level of cynicism) - lyrics, it’s the purity and perfection of Bobby’s voice alone, albeit overdubbed, that communicates its message of joy. The son of an opera singer and a voice teacher, Mr. McFerrin possesses a preternatural perfection of pitch and tone that has enabled him, among many other extraordinary feats, to trade horn parts with the Marsalis brothers, or deliver a flawless William Tell Overture solo.
As a philosopher and exponent of music’s healing potential for the human brain, Bobby continues to spread his message. Since 2021, he has conducted “Circlesongs” at Freight and Salvage in Berkeley, CA, where audience members are encouraged to improvise alongside the master - a unique fusion of jazz and therapy.
Here’s an ironic side-note: George H.W. Bush used the song for his presidential campaign, and Bobby protested, saying he would not vote for him. Then, he stopped performing the song in protest. I guess he wasn’t too happy.
Inspired by a quote attributed to the eastern mystic Meyer Baba, Bobby McFerrin created this a cappella masterpiece. And, although Michael Musto of the Village Voice has proclaimed it the “worst song of all time”, and Blender Magazine snarked “it’s difficult to think of a song more likely to plunge you into suicidal despondency,” this irrepressible ditty stands as the cornerstone of a singular musical career, festooned with awards and encomiums, including a Grammy for Lifetime achievement in 2022.
It’s not so much the possibly insipid - (depending on your level of cynicism) - lyrics, it’s the purity and perfection of Bobby’s voice alone, albeit overdubbed, that communicates its message of joy. The son of an opera singer and a voice teacher, Mr. McFerrin possesses a preternatural perfection of pitch and tone that has enabled him, among many other extraordinary feats, to trade horn parts with the Marsalis brothers, or deliver a flawless William Tell Overture solo.
As a philosopher and exponent of music’s healing potential for the human brain, Bobby continues to spread his message. Since 2021, he has conducted “Circlesongs” at Freight and Salvage in Berkeley, CA, where audience members are encouraged to improvise alongside the master - a unique fusion of jazz and therapy.
Here’s an ironic side-note: George H.W. Bush used the song for his presidential campaign, and Bobby protested, saying he would not vote for him. Then, he stopped performing the song in protest. I guess he wasn’t too happy.