What would your life be like without music?

What would your life be like without music?

Although I am a trained musician with years of theory, the absence of music affects me like a lot of people. It is a part of much of my time, both physically and mentally.

I have it going anytime I exercise, which is nearly every day. I have biking playlists (3 hours) and gym playlists. Hell, this morning, I was listening to soft music at the driving range. While it doesn’t seem logical, I have a waterproof iPod that I use when swimming. I do miles at a time so it’s not your basic up and back and be done. That would be a lot more tedious once you go over 100 laps.

Where it gets me though is when I’m listening to a song (usually while driving) and it brings back a memory of a relationship or a time in my life. I relive it in my head and likely write pages in my diary about it. It is usually about growing up because the best music was from the 70’s.

I’m sure everyone does it, but I doubt they explore it in writing to flush out everything that happened when that song was on the radio.

Lately, I’ve forced myself to listen to songs that remind me of my cheating girlfriend who was a traveling whore (stewardess). I try to make myself see if I have any feelings and there is nothing left. I’ve emptied that tank other than the fact that it happened. I’m mostly grateful I didn’t wind up with her ass, being miserable.

Mostly, I’m very happy to feel the time in my life when my responsibilities were few and life was carefree and deadline free.

That’s what music does for me

One thought on “What would your life be like without music?

  1. Anyone who doesn’t want to listen to the rest of “Toccata & Fugue” after hearing the opening for the first time, 

    anyone whose attitude isn’t improved after hearing “Eine Kleine Nachtmusik,” 

    anyone who doesn’t understand that The Godfather doesn’t work without the sound engineer artfully highlighting its peaks and valleys with “Speak Softly, Love,” 

    anyone whose soul isn’t touched by Cio-Cio San singing “Un Bel Di,” 

    anyone whose feet remain completely still as Flatt & Scruggs play “Orange Blossom Special,”

    anyone who wouldn’t stop and admire a flashmob orchestral rendition of “Ode to Joy,”

    anyone who doesn’t want to hear Dolly sing “I Will Always Love You,”

    anyone who simply doesn’t respect the skill involved in performing “Sono il factotum della citta,”

    anyone who finds the Carmina Burana “Primo Vere” uninspiring,

    anyone who doesn’t consider George Jones a masterful relater of humanity . . .

    is either deaf, dead, insensate, or not of my species.

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