Making Time For Music
Most little kids like music, but I was that freak of nature who was obsessed with it from the time I was four or five years old. That love sustained itself for decades.
I never really thought about it, but now I wonder if my love of music sprang from my innate need for order. I hate jazz, because it has no discernible structure. I'm told this isn't true, but my ears hear what they hear.
Songs obviously are structured, and it's natural for kids to look for something to hang onto---repetition, probably, but kids don't realize how much a song teaches them. It's not as if I sat down with a pad and pencil and dissected songs, but their individual elements became clearer the more I listened and the more I listened to various musical genres. I like order; I hate chaos. Some thrive on chaos (jazz lovers?); not me. It causes me to shut down emotionally.
I will note that never once did I entertain the thought of writing my own songs. Never. I did make up melodies in my head when I was little, but that was just a goofy thing that occurred naturally. I'd attach some repetitive lyrics to them and then forget about the whole thing. But when I did take the plunge into songwriting in my forties, I well understood how a song "should go". I'd sopped up all that knowledge like it was bread dipped in gravy. And I kept listening to music, maybe more for inspiration than anything else, but that love of music remained, right up until the moment I stopped listening to it.
Much of that is environmental. Whereas I once owned a high-end stereo system with the requisite expensive speakers, listening to music that way now is impossible. We don't live in an apartment, but we have shared walls. When we first bought our townhome, I downgraded to just a CD player and amp, but listening to music so subdued wasn't the experience I needed. So I graduated to (good) headphones. Then as time went on, the CD player went the way of my stereo system, and I was left with little, tinny computer speakers. It seemed like unnecessary work to keep slipping CD's in and out of the drive, and thus I began ripping them, using Windows Media Player. But I own, conservatively, 500 CD's, which made that project a giant pain in the ass and too time consuming.
Next came Spotify. Quickly, I learned that I needed to purchase a subscription, because I cannot tolerate commercials. (This is also why we no longer have cable.) Spotify is excellent. Creating my own playlists was not only fun (there's that sense of order again), but playlists allowed me to stream whatever type of music I was in the mood for. I was still stuck with my computer speakers, but if I jacked the volume up, just not too much, my listening experience was adequate. Another advantage of Spotify was that I could reclaim many of the albums I only own on vinyl. As you can imagine, these LP's are pretty ancient, and it was lovely to be able to hear them again. No, Spotify doesn't have everything. Certain artists don't allow the platform to stream their music, and sometimes worse, the only versions of certain songs that are available are re-recordings. I want the originals the way I remember them, dammit!
So, why have I stopped listening to music, despite the bad audio setup? Well, I got involved in fiction writing, and I can't do both things at once, like some people can. It's like watching TV and reading at the same time. One of the two is going to feel neglected.
But there's more to it than that. I've taken breaks between writing, and I still didn't click on Spotify and sit back and listen. Is it all just "been there, heard that"? I've tried halfheartedly to get into new music, but it's bad. Objectively bad. People who like it simply have had no exposure to good music. So, for me, it's old(er) music or nothing.
Sometimes in a movie or a TV show (Mad Men is a great example), I'll hear a song I always loved and think, gee, I should queue that up on Spotify. It's certainly embedded in one of my many playlists, and if not, it's readily searchable. But I don't do it.
Listening to music was always a focused activity. If I was listening to music, I wasn't scrolling social media and I wasn't making out my grocery list. I was listening; actively participating in the experience. Now I feel like I need to be constantly "doing", and I can't allow myself to just float atop the musical waves.
That needs to change. It won't be easy. I have very little uninterrupted time to myself, between my cat (yes, really ~ who's convinced herself she's on the verge of starving) and just regular household routines and other time-wasters ~ I mean really important tasks.
Regardless, I am going to set aside maybe just a half hour a day to actively listen to music. Music offers wonderful health benefits, by the way, particularly attitudinal benefits. Lord knows my outlook can use improvement right now. I need a new focus. Just now, I opened my Spotify app and added a couple of new songs to my "liked" list. I think it's time to find more to add. No, I'm not like the free book hoarders who are intent on building collections that they never read. I'm also going to listen.
I find myself actually looking forward to it.
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MY FIRST 30-MINUTE SESSION
I decided to start with 10 songs, 30 minutes of listening. I chose my list of "liked" songs and set it for shuffle. A song is better as a surprise than as one that's anticipated.
I loved it! I donned my earbuds and set the Spotify volume at max (not my speakers, because I don't want to go crazy here.) I don't think 30 minutes is quite enough. I also found that by blocking out external noise, I discovered things about some of the songs that I probably already knew, but forgot.
(I don't know why, but it's almost impossible to find decent performance videos of most of these, which is my preference, but given the choice, sound quality always takes precedence.)
My first ten:
Walkin' Slow (And Thinking 'Bout Her) - Vince Gill, feat. Paul Franklin
You Always Come Back To Hurting Me - Johnny Rodriguez
Look What You've Done To Me - Boz Scaggs



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