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Wednesday, April 2nd, 2008
music - my drug
Y'know that question ... "If you had to choose, would you rather give up your sight or your hearing?" Well, I've always chosen hearing. But I've always been in the minority of the people I know. Most people say they'd want to see their children grow up or something. Bur for me, music is such an inherent part of my being. It brings forth such emotion in me. I cannot count the number of songs that conjure up a moment, a feeling, a memory, a something for me. And while I love to see, sight would, without a doubt, be the one I'd give up.
So, Gareth has been sick the last few days. He woke up with a fever on Saturday, and it pretty much stayed until sometime Monday night. It wavered... got as low as 99 at times and approached 103 on occasion (when we immediately medicated it). But he woke up this morning w/o a fever, and was pretty okay all day. We didn't send him to school. Partly because I wasn't convinced for sure that he was over it and partly because he hadn't expected to go to school and his life is all about expectations. Well, Monday, when he was sick, it was okay for both boys to be home. They watched more tv than usual, but they were both tired. Jonas didn't even nap. Today, however, they had more energy. Things were a bit more up beat. But I was running on 5 hours of sleep for each of the prior two nights. That is far far less than what I function on usually. I was beat. And neither boy took a nap (again) today.
So tonight, on my way to band, I was tired. I was, in all honesty, not looking forward to it. I mean, I was, but I was tired. What I really wanted to do was climb in bed and crash. But moments into the first song... it hit me. The feeling. Ah.. music. Within half an hour, I was so relaxed. I was not exhausted. I was even moderately rejuvenated. And I was enjoying sitting there doing just one thing (which I rarely do at home). Really, my one night a week at band is so soul-filling for me. I am so glad I started it up again. Not sure what I'll do over summer break though!
And the feeling I get from music... it's not just when I play. I mean, it's listening to to it too. And it's anything from classical to rock to blues to just watching someone jam on a guitar.
music - my drug
Y'know that question ... "If you had to choose, would you rather give up your sight or your hearing?" Well, I've always chosen hearing. But I've always been in the minority of the people I know. Most people say they'd want to see their children grow up or something. Bur for me, music is such an inherent part of my being. It brings forth such emotion in me. I cannot count the number of songs that conjure up a moment, a feeling, a memory, a something for me. And while I love to see, sight would, without a doubt, be the one I'd give up.
So, Gareth has been sick the last few days. He woke up with a fever on Saturday, and it pretty much stayed until sometime Monday night. It wavered... got as low as 99 at times and approached 103 on occasion (when we immediately medicated it). But he woke up this morning w/o a fever, and was pretty okay all day. We didn't send him to school. Partly because I wasn't convinced for sure that he was over it and partly because he hadn't expected to go to school and his life is all about expectations. Well, Monday, when he was sick, it was okay for both boys to be home. They watched more tv than usual, but they were both tired. Jonas didn't even nap. Today, however, they had more energy. Things were a bit more up beat. But I was running on 5 hours of sleep for each of the prior two nights. That is far far less than what I function on usually. I was beat. And neither boy took a nap (again) today.
So tonight, on my way to band, I was tired. I was, in all honesty, not looking forward to it. I mean, I was, but I was tired. What I really wanted to do was climb in bed and crash. But moments into the first song... it hit me. The feeling. Ah.. music. Within half an hour, I was so relaxed. I was not exhausted. I was even moderately rejuvenated. And I was enjoying sitting there doing just one thing (which I rarely do at home). Really, my one night a week at band is so soul-filling for me. I am so glad I started it up again. Not sure what I'll do over summer break though!
And the feeling I get from music... it's not just when I play. I mean, it's listening to to it too. And it's anything from classical to rock to blues to just watching someone jam on a guitar.
And as far as the blind vs. deaf thing, I've had a deaf friend for most of my 40ish years, and she LOVES music. There is a way that she can "hear" the beats and even differentiate a lot of the instruments. Now, I also had a blind grandmother. That sucked. The last time she actually SAW me was when I was around five years old; my sister was an infant, and my brother, well she never saw him. Ever. Or any of her grandchildren born after 1971. She also lost her ability to drive a vehicle, walk down the street with confidence, and travel to new places independently. Sorry, I'd rather be deaf, but to each their own.
Keep on rockin'!!