
I sit down to write this morning. It is quiet. My people are gone from the house; it is just me and the dog. Of course, I put on music. Instantly, I am gone, consumed. Streaming Mimi Griswald’s Sunday morning iconic show The Blue Moon Cafe and hearing my life rewind. So many artists, songs, riffs, lyrics…I am lost and found in the music. Always.
Music is that incredible shared language that is also extraordinarily isolating. You and I can hear the same song, love it to our core, and have zero common connection to it. I can stand in the middle of a hundred or more strangers and share an unnamable and pure understanding of a single moment. Our individual experiences are so personal, they cannot be articulated.
So today I am setting aside my own words in favor of those far more adept than I. The ones who have guitars in their hands, not on their walls. The music makers, who somehow find a way to communicate the ideas that live deep in our souls. I don’t often attempt to write about music because it becomes trite and always (always) falls short.
Forgive me. I’m signing off to tune back in.
I may take a cue from you and put on some tunes next time I sit down to blog. Thank you for this well-crafted and meaningful sentence. “I can stand in the middle of a hundred or more strangers and share an unnamable and pure understanding of a single moment.”
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There are a few points shared in your slice that can be topics for a good discussion. This is one of them;”You and I can hear the same song, love it to our core, and have zero common connection to it.” I agree with this sentence, that individuals have their own special connection with songs.
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Music is an integral part of my life and you captured much of it’s essence with your exquisite words. I will be printing this slice, so I can savor it. Thank you.
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Thank you! Check out the link to today’s NYT magazine’s music edition. It is fantastic!
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