Music. Music. Music. We are blessed, it seems, with the ability to hear and create music. Most of my life has been filled with the stuff. My parents loved it and so I grew up in a house filled with music and the love of it. I was taken to concerts on occasion and educated further in the magic rhythms. I have an extensive music collection, on vinyl, 1/4 inch reel to reel, cassette, CD and now on my computer's hard drives. My mother even has some of hers on lacquer 78 R.P.M. disks, wherein resides one of my favorite recordings of all, "Love Me or Leave Me," by a very young Sammi Davis, Jr.
But lately I've found that I don't listen to music as I used to. I don't have it on all the time, selecting the mood I want to be in and then programing myself through the disks or tracks that I inject into my consciousness stream modulation channels.
I just contemplated this a moment ago, in reflection upon a conversation I recently had with a local reptile regarding the fact that I've been selling off some of my CDs without keeping copies for myself first. (And let's not get into the whole thing about I.P. rights, this ramble is about a totally different concept.) No, what I find interesting is that to a certain extent, at least to the extent that one chooses to listen to already known music, one is choosing to isolate one's self from "the now," to select a time in one's feeling that one wants to return to, to live in, to isolate one's self within the comfortable confines of.
Of course there is another way of looking at it in that we may be choosing to try and move our emotional center from where it is to another space which may be more beneficial. But even so, the reality pertains that we are choosing to isolate and restrict the range of our emotions and perceptions rather than to experience life as it is here in the present with it's unknown direction and potentials.
As much as I'd like for it to be otherwise, it's no longer the 50s, the 60s, the 70s, the 80s... it is now. The music of now is here, but for us to take the time to hear it (or create it).
- NonE
You too?
I have a large collection of (mostly) classical music, both instrumental (much of it mixed with nature sounds) and vocal, some Gregorian chant and a little of more contemporary stuff. I used to play something most of the time when I was home, but realize that I've seldom done so since moving to Wyoming. I couldn't tell you why to save my soul.
When I think of it, I load some disks and enjoy them, though in good weather I'm in and out of the house so much watering the trees that it is rather pointless. I don't think I've played anything since Christmas this winter.
But, instead of loading more disks when those are done, I just turn the unit off... or even forget to turn it off and not discover the fact for days.
Don't know what's up with that...