I noticed the other day that I haven’t been listening to music much.
I put some binaural beats to help with sleep at night, but here I’m talking about music with lyrics and listening just for the fun of it.
I used to listen to music during my morning/evening commutes to and from work.
When my mother past away, I listened to some of the songs she liked. I would cry whispering the words of I was made for loving you baby in busy metro stations.
I also use to read.
Perfect way to stay in my inner world a little bit longer before I kicked the high performing project manager into gear.
Bus and metro rides are perfect for the things you don’t have any other time to do: reading and listening to music.
Well, sometimes in the office I would listen to music while writing a report or something.
But I don’t do that anymore.
I write.
No music.
This morning I woke up with a yearning for music.
I had that song… on the tip of my tongue. I could hear the first few notes in my mind but couldn’t remember the title.
And I lost it.
I am forgetting names.
I can’t focus on two things at the same time.
Either I read or I listen to music.
Either I write or listen to music.
Today, I woke up and my body felt relaxed.
I slept well.
I can’t remember the last time I felt that relaxed. No stiffness.
Mornings in the past few years have felt like I needed hours of gentle stretching before I could barely move and walk without pain.
This morning I felt like dancing.
Finally this afternoon, I put on some music and danced.
Two songs.
Fantasy from Earth, Wind, and Fire and Saturday Night Fever from the Bee Gees just because I wanted to do THE move. You know THE move.
It was great.
I can’t get too excited and jump all over the place.
Either my lungs or my nervous system react.
But I felt more energy. More at ease in my body.
More freedom to roll my hips and feel the joy.
Right now I am looking at the clock and I know that in about two hours, I will feel numb. The feelings in my body will evade me.
It is happy hour right now. I feel clear, bright, and sharp.
I will have some food and then Pablo and Lolaz will knock on the door and that will be it for the day.
But until then.
Let’s dance.
With great respect!
A.
Happy Hour with Pablo and Lolaz 
I used to have classical music on constantly, often as background noise though it’s largely how I also learned the repertoire or, as you’ve experienced, as an accompaniment to long commuter drives.
But I’ve also discovered a need for extended periods without music — in my case, that includes singing and contra or Greek folk dancing — or even deep reading. These are typically times of intense writing for me, requiring full concentration and stretches of clear, seemingly mindless reflection.
Enjoy the ebb and flow.
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Thank you! Yes, during periods of intense writing, I prefer silence. As to not mess with the voices of the characters. It happens without any effort. I simply stop. I realize also that I never listened to the radio… to much unwanted noise. I don’t even know how I kno some more contemporary songs. Hum…
You also remind me of some very fond memory f my times in Greece. The singing and dancing in an old castle, hlf in ruins. The deep voices, the bouzouki, the hand clapping, the homemade wine, my friends explaining in semi-English and French, mixed with a lot of Greek what the song meant. Fun times!
Thank you for sharing your insights with me. It is truly appreciated. I love to converse and connect.
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The best blogging is conversing and connecting! Opa!
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