What is music anyways?
I'm having one of those moments/mornings where my brain is quite actively thinking about life, or rather, what we're supposed to do with ours.
We had dinner last night with a young friend of ours (our drummer Mike) and our conversation turned to music, and the proverbial "making it" (whatever making it means) and Mike informed us (among other things) that if he didn't "make it" in music by the time he was 30 (he's 24 ... oh, to be 24) he was going to move to Colorado and become a park ranger. Now, I'm not sure how incredibly serious he was about his alternate career choice, but speaking those words to two people who are OVER 30 (and still wondering about life and what it's all about) it was slightly comical, and also, depressing if we were to let it.
Music is one of those liquid-type things. There are players who are able to craft emotional songs that connect with listeners and bond to their lives and times. There are song-writers who write lyrics that can make you remember or cry. Then there are the crazy talented musicians, who have the playing of their instrument down to an exact science ... maybe so much so that they lose the pure joy and passion that comes with the creation of a new song.
It's kind of interesting to think that this weird "musical awakening" is kind of similar to our human "losing of innocence" when you realize on a grander scale that all of a sudden, all your dreams are not going to come true, maybe in the first way you thought. Life has dealt you a different hand than you thought and you're left disillusioned and disappointed and wondering what on earth your doing, here on earth.
How can we keep our little lights alive inside when everything in the world wants to put us out? How can we keep on believing, in anything, when sometimes it seems that everything is bringing us down, forcing us to bow to the grasps of time and circumstance? My heart aches for Mike, and for all of us who are questioning these things.
How can we know what God wants us to do with our lives and our talents. Sometimes I wish he would be more exact ... when in reality the very fact that I have heard His voice, should be enough. I wish I had more time to exact my craft and pour out my heart, all while singing to HIM most of all ... that's what music is to me. And let's not forget Humility...I seem to fight it all the time.
Just rambling ... till next blog.
love a.
We had dinner last night with a young friend of ours (our drummer Mike) and our conversation turned to music, and the proverbial "making it" (whatever making it means) and Mike informed us (among other things) that if he didn't "make it" in music by the time he was 30 (he's 24 ... oh, to be 24) he was going to move to Colorado and become a park ranger. Now, I'm not sure how incredibly serious he was about his alternate career choice, but speaking those words to two people who are OVER 30 (and still wondering about life and what it's all about) it was slightly comical, and also, depressing if we were to let it.
Music is one of those liquid-type things. There are players who are able to craft emotional songs that connect with listeners and bond to their lives and times. There are song-writers who write lyrics that can make you remember or cry. Then there are the crazy talented musicians, who have the playing of their instrument down to an exact science ... maybe so much so that they lose the pure joy and passion that comes with the creation of a new song.
It's kind of interesting to think that this weird "musical awakening" is kind of similar to our human "losing of innocence" when you realize on a grander scale that all of a sudden, all your dreams are not going to come true, maybe in the first way you thought. Life has dealt you a different hand than you thought and you're left disillusioned and disappointed and wondering what on earth your doing, here on earth.
How can we keep our little lights alive inside when everything in the world wants to put us out? How can we keep on believing, in anything, when sometimes it seems that everything is bringing us down, forcing us to bow to the grasps of time and circumstance? My heart aches for Mike, and for all of us who are questioning these things.
How can we know what God wants us to do with our lives and our talents. Sometimes I wish he would be more exact ... when in reality the very fact that I have heard His voice, should be enough. I wish I had more time to exact my craft and pour out my heart, all while singing to HIM most of all ... that's what music is to me. And let's not forget Humility...I seem to fight it all the time.
Just rambling ... till next blog.
love a.
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