Thank God for music
February 16th 2012 22:50
I was burned out after spending four or five hours glumly staring at my computer screen. My entire morning had been devoted to writing a column for a couple of newspapers and looking for a full-time job.
My own idiosyncrasies are partly to blame for the long hours I spent at the computer that day. My personality, though not prone to perfectionism in other facets of my life, is incorrigible when it comes to column writing. Once I've begun typing, I have a trouble pulling myself away beforel I have deemed my column good enough to be seen by the world.
My fastidious assessment of my writing had me constantly pruning and simplifying my sentences as the minutes continued to tick away. After plenty of rewriting and restructuring, I begrudgingly deemed my column fit to print. Because of a chronically guilty conscience, however, I couldn't escape the drudgery of typing just yet: I still needed to search for a job. Finally, after spending a couple of hours filling out job applications I allowed myself to take a break.
I trudged outside where I was hit by a cool winter air that was pleasantly refreshing after spending hours cooped up in my spiritless house. I hopped in my car and took off for a lake with the windows down and the Grateful Dead playing on my CD player. As the laid-back energy from song "Franklins Tower" filled the car and the wind gushed into my face I suddenly felt alive again.
It was at that moment that I realized the power of music. Music is so powerful that a particular song or guitar riff can completely change a person's mood in mere seconds. I went from being in a languid state to enjoying life with a renewed zest and vigor.
I don't experiment with drugs, but I have trouble believing they are capable of providing me with a feeling comparable to the rush of adrenaline and pure unabashed joy I get when I'm listening to one of my favorite songs.
At it's best, music is the most honest, authentic and joyous way we have of communicating with each other. Let us never forget to be grateful for this wonderful gift.
My own idiosyncrasies are partly to blame for the long hours I spent at the computer that day. My personality, though not prone to perfectionism in other facets of my life, is incorrigible when it comes to column writing. Once I've begun typing, I have a trouble pulling myself away beforel I have deemed my column good enough to be seen by the world.
My fastidious assessment of my writing had me constantly pruning and simplifying my sentences as the minutes continued to tick away. After plenty of rewriting and restructuring, I begrudgingly deemed my column fit to print. Because of a chronically guilty conscience, however, I couldn't escape the drudgery of typing just yet: I still needed to search for a job. Finally, after spending a couple of hours filling out job applications I allowed myself to take a break.
I trudged outside where I was hit by a cool winter air that was pleasantly refreshing after spending hours cooped up in my spiritless house. I hopped in my car and took off for a lake with the windows down and the Grateful Dead playing on my CD player. As the laid-back energy from song "Franklins Tower" filled the car and the wind gushed into my face I suddenly felt alive again.
It was at that moment that I realized the power of music. Music is so powerful that a particular song or guitar riff can completely change a person's mood in mere seconds. I went from being in a languid state to enjoying life with a renewed zest and vigor.
I don't experiment with drugs, but I have trouble believing they are capable of providing me with a feeling comparable to the rush of adrenaline and pure unabashed joy I get when I'm listening to one of my favorite songs.
At it's best, music is the most honest, authentic and joyous way we have of communicating with each other. Let us never forget to be grateful for this wonderful gift.
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Comment by Nicasio Martinez
Truth - Respect - Decency
Just a few more words while waiting for my ISP to restore service. The link leads to a young woman playing a grand piano w/o fingers on her right hand. Truly, we give thanks for such examples of overcoming serious limitations. I know not the whys of her condition but have certainly shared her talent here at Orble and others as the occasion fit.