Music is not peripheral to my life. It's a critical current responsible for much of the flow in my life. This is not a new insight but this past weekend it came into sharp focus for me.
My niece was married in Virginia yesterday. My daughter and I performed at her cocktail hour. My brother played guitar and sang "Crazy Love" when our niece had her first dance with her new husband. My nephew, who takes guitar lessons with me, sang and played "Book of Love" for his older cousin; his father joined him on guitar. And for four glorious hours all of us danced and screamed to a wonderful nine-piece band. As the night ended, drenched in sweat and delirious with joy, I found myself wondering: What would my life be without music? What would your life be without it?
Yes, I was with my family and it was a happy occasion. But augmenting all the love around, music provided the current that made the day come vividly alive.
Pat, Here's a wonderful story about the great cellist, Pablo Casals.A slightly different take from someone spent most of his life as a professional musician with the endless hours of work and discipline that's required:
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Needless to say, it is our good fortune that Casals did continue his career.Speaking for myself (having lived as a professional musician all of my life up to this point)I can say that most days music enriches my life immeasurably. But there are those occasional days when.....
Peter