Music Soothes The Savage Beast....

I've been in quite a funk these past few months. Life's hitting hard; heart-break, home-sick, pennies running tight....just struggling mentally, emotionally. I've been trying to find many ways to occupy my time to keep the "fuku" from coming in. Reading, writing, walking, talking, re-connecting with old friends.  Actually, this whole blog is part of my self-medication, but one thing that has been essential to helping me cope and deal with life's bullshit has been music. I don't know what I would do without it. Music has represented such an important part of my life and struggles, then and now. I always turn to it. It has been THE best relationship I have ever had! Sure, we have had our ups and downs, but it is always there to give me what I need, when I need it. It tells me what I want to hear at the right times and also tells me what I don't need to hear. BAH!!!  Aye mi musica, como te adoro!!!

This morning, I wasn't feeling like myself. Angry, mad at the world. I was already regreting the day before it started. Yeah, one of those. As I was getting my son ready for his day at camp, I was recalling a song that I couldn't get out of my head since yesterday. You know those moments when you hear a song and it just doesn't stop playing in your mind? This song hsa been in there since Yesterday!!!!!

I started to play it in the car. <Interactive experience option at this point...play the video>

My head starts to bop. I start to hum softly and my hands start to tap on the streering wheel. My senses are hightened. I can tell because the sun feels bringther, I feel every bump on the road from my hands to my feet. I roll down the window to catch the breeze as I speed up. My eyes open wide.  I start to feel good, I'm in tune. My mind has just been emancipated from the daily struggle. I'm in the zone....I have been submerged in Michael and Stevie's world by way of Quincy. The last thought on my mind is of pain and hurt. Now, it is all about the feeeling. The beat. The mood...

"...I can't help it....."

Then I remembered this video my friend sent me. Its about how a therapist at a nursing home gave her seniors I-Pods to listen to music they enjoyed.

"So, In some sense Henry has restored to himself...he has remembered who he is and he's reaquired his identity for awhile throught the power of music." (4:58)







I felt like Henry. I did. For those 5 minutes of Michael, I felt like I was brought back into myself. It made me happy, it made me want to share what I felt. I felt whole! Not a care in the world....

And THE defining moment of my ride and realization of the power of music.....

"Daddy, can you play that song again?"

Te adoro mi musica!!! I can't help it....