I’m found an untapped source of energy this evening. Maybe it’s the hard driving Rock and Roll I’ve been listening to. That has always been one part of my inspiration in life among many things.
Sometimes it’s certain lyrics, or an amazing guitar riff, or the rolling bass or thundering drums. Maybe a horn section or a wizard on the keyboards. Every vocal instrument from Steven Tyler’s screams and harmonica to the operatic Freddie Mercury and piano.
This world needs more music. I know I need more music. It makes me feel good. It makes me think. It makes me move. It’s a great exercise companion. It helps me know I can. It aids me in imagining something special. It takes me to a place of tranquility. It can inspire me with untapped courage. It makes me feel passion. And oh, my can it fly through the gears on a stick shift like nobody’s business.
I love music and now that I have time to really enjoy lots of it instead of snippets here and there. You know having to turn it down or off to concentrate on life’s questions or tasks. I got far less of those so if I want to duck walk around the house like Chuck Berry or Angus Young I certainly can. I’m far less stressed so if I want to play drums like Neil Peart while sitting on the tractor cutting the yard, so be it.
Or maybe just sit back and tap my foot to some groups doing unplugged versions of hits that are rhythmic masterpieces. Or maybe sit and listen to “Wish you were Here” by Pink Floyd and maybe shed a tear for those I miss dearly.
I’ve been to a good number of concerts over the years. Most of them are in my younger years but I think I’ll check out a few more this summer. But tonight, it’s been a concert in Woodstock.
The books are under way. Daily writing on these projects is now part of the day. I’m working on 3 separate efforts and progress is good. I wrote a lot this evening.
I shot a bucket list item tonight. I’ll post those photos later in the morning.
I’m not detecting the first light of day yet, so sunrise is a bit off. Let me switch from my nocturnal self and morph into the day walker environment.
And on a bah humbug note. I’m not thrilled about the very cold temps and forecasted snow.
January 16, 2025 at 6:51 AM
i couldn’t agree more, mike. music is the soundtrack of life. yesterday, my husband was playing a bunch of music from the 70’s. we were marveling at pink floyd, santana at woodstock, the stones. somehow greg has a head full of interesting details about this and that which is fun. when this music originally came out i was a frightened little church mouse so im getting to experience and appreciate the music now in ways i could not then. great description of how music inspires you. and the photo of the barn is gorgeous.
January 16, 2025 at 9:12 AM
Susan, you are beyond kind. I’m so glad you get the enjoyment from music also. My Black Sabbath Masters of Reality Album was not to popular with my Catholic Mom in 71 when I was a young teen. Or when she would come in my room and ask what is that noise. And I’d reply “The Who” and she would say Who, and I would repeat “The Who” – it was our own Abbott and Costello “Who’s on first” routine.