Bye Bye Miss American Pie
The day the music died. I have always had a fondness for that song. Thinking about it reminds me I haven’t heard it in a while so I guess I’ll be hunting that down soon to give a listen. But that song in itself, isn’t what I was thinking about as I began to type. Its music itself.
I have an eclectic taste in music, I like just about all types. Whether it is the mood I am in at the moment or the song that catches my attention as I scroll through the stations. If it moves my soul, I crank it up and enjoy the music and the moment. I will say that there are lyrics that I don’t care for, certain words or topics that are not to my taste, but as the artist would say, I don’t have to listen to what they produce. My thoughts are that there is enough ugliness in the world, why add to it through a medium that is meant to heal? One could say that it is meant to bring attention to the topic of choice, but I fear that more often than not, it may feed the dragon and make things worse. I have no scientific studies to back that up though, it is merely my thoughts.
I have a neighbor who is proud of the system in his car. He wants everyone to hear that bass as he thumps his way in or out of our little neighborhood. His immediate neighbor gives us long concerts, it doesn’t matter the time of day or night, we can hear them playing. I’m far enough away it isn’t too bothersome unless it is the middle of the night when you would wish for quiet. Those are their choices, that is what brings a happiness to their spirit.
In my house, there are radios playing constantly. Two are currently on country music stations while the third is playing old school rock. The volume is at a level just loud enough to hear. The one in the bedroom at its lowest level making it barely audible. That and my dog Bella’s occasional grunting in her sleep is the white noise, the lullaby that helps me sleep.
The other day someone made a comment over on social media that caught my attention. I meant to follow up on it but haven’t. They made a comment on how passionate they are about their music. They apologized if that passion had or does cause any issues between them and others. Since I haven’t followed up on the post, I have no idea what sort of music is their passion or what they may have done to cause issues among friends. My thoughts, music takes many different forms, we will have our preferences and can often become very passionate about that preference. Unless you are physically attacking others over music, there is nothing for which to apologize. The comment, ‘you do you’ comes to mind.
But music and its many forms is really what I am thinking about here. The following is a memory that showed up from 2014:
Some people say that the laughter and cooing of an infant or their children is music… I agree.
some say that the songs of the birds is music… I agree.
Some say in the sounds of nature, in the wind, in the waves, there is music… I agree.
Of course there is music created by instruments such as the piano, guitar, drums and others… I agree.
You can hear music in just about anything if you listen…I agree.
Right now….the music I hear… is that big freakin diesel engine pulling down the road. Waiting on the call to drive down and pick him up.
On March seventh, 2017, part of the music of my passion left us. While the only place I will ever hear that particular diesel engine again is in my dreams, it was indeed music. It could bring so many feelings upon hearing that roar. Relief that he was home again, safe. Happiness that we would be together for a short time. Ignoring the sadness in the knowledge that they time was short and all too soon I would be hearing that engine fading away as he returned to the road. Even now, I hear the echos of that music in the sounds of a passing truck, especially when Jake brakes are used. I pause, listen, and smile at the memory.
The other forms though, I still hear. The sounds of the birds and the sound of silence when night settles and the world grows somewhat quieter. The songs of nature, whether it is bull frog in the pond deep in the woods or an owl calling, a deer snorting its annoyance at my presence. Falling rain, creates a full symphony as it falls and makes contact with the various things on its way to the ground.
If we listen, with our ears and with our heart, we can hear music playing all around us. Whether it is in nature, or in the city. Whether it is out on a lake, or in a sporting arena. The sound of a basketball pounding the floor or the thrum of the engines as cars roar around a track. Music of life, is not exclusively what is created when playing an instrument, music is life and living. It is listening with out ears and feeling with our heart. There is no shame in feeling the passions created in our music of choice and definitely no reason to apologize.