Until recently, I didn't fully appreciate the role music has played in my relationship with the sister who is closest in age to me. Our communion of listening over the last several months has taken me beyond the unwavering and affirming support she has always given me for my own musical efforts. Our bond has deepened singing along with tunes we grew up listening to, laughing at misheard lyrics, reminiscing about our shared history, much of it linked to the music playing as we sit side-by-side.
I am grateful for how music has tied me to people I love deeply. Starting with my Mom - who had a nice singing voice and good ear for harmony - and my Dad - who accompanied Mom on the ukulele - through to my brother, an intuitive musician who recently delighted my sister and I singing a Randy Newman gem called Marie - our mother's name. Music was the magnet that drew my wife and I together forty three years ago. And accompanying my daughter's remarkable singing voice fills me with indescribable joy.
My sister is neither musician nor singer. But she is something every musician needs - an unabashed music lover. Each time we summon Alexa we grow closer.