The Music Liberation
I have always had a deep affection for music. I respect it far too much to attempt doing it myself but boy do I wish I could. The only instrument I played was trumpet in the primary school band.
Even then, I was disappointed because all I wanted to do was to play the flute because I felt it was the more suited instrument for girls. It was pretty and light and sounded effortless; the polar opposite of how I saw my pre-pubescent self. Yet throughout this experience, I learned how to keep time and I became acutely aware of how important each section of a band is together.
Music has been the common thread in so many moments of joy in my life.
My parents were fossickers of music with heart, rhythm and soul. Dancing in the loungeroom with my dad as a child; my whole hand wrapped around his one index finger, lost in twirls and giggles. It felt like a sanctuary. Like we were the only people that mattered.
Music showed me how to listen and pay attention to the detail. The soft whirring of the spinning record as a prompt to turn it onto its B side with the most delicate of fingers. Record sleeves were savoured and studied with such care and attention. They were a precious commodity and were treated as so. Is it hereditary that my values echo my parents when it comes to the value of music in ones life? Probably not. Although maybe my daughter will one day ask herself the same question? One can only hope.
With music naturally comes dancing and in my household, we embrace the dancing. We embrace the silly. Especially in the little people. It makes me smile to see them move their bodies purely and freely based only on the way it makes them feel, with no regard to what they look like at all. The freedom and readiness to jump, shake, shuffle, spin, keep smiling and their ability to be ready in a heartbeat to do it all over again. It’s so liberating! Hard to keep up, but definitely liberating.
I think music is such an undervalued resource.
Music has the ability to heal. Music has the ability to pull at your heartstrings one by one until you are but a puddle of mess on the floor. Music can get you moving. Music can help you light the fire of rage, plus it gives you a safe space to get those feelings out. Sometimes there is nothing better when it’s just you and your playlist alone in the car. I love the fact that all I have to do is crank the volume, and sing along to my heart’s content, air drumming mid-gear change, and no one has a clue around me.
And if they do, then good on them. I am a chronic drummer-on-the-steering-wheel kind of girl, especially a song with a great beat. Plus, if it’s a road trip then its full on lip syncing heaven (as much as one can do whilst safely in control of a vehicle, of course) and car seat dancing. I know that my little one loves this one too. It’s like you can live out your ultimate music fantasy in the luxury of your own vehicle knowing you’re okay in your natural surroundings. Heaven.
In saying that, access to music is so much different now.
I have a box (or 2) of CD’s that I bought that I’ve not been able to enjoy, now that everything is streamed or downloaded. It was around my teen-angst phase where I would buy candelabra’s and tie dye whatever I could find, and I would hide away from the world replaying the same CD over and over again. Pouring over each lyric and reading the words from the foldout CD Case so you could sing along. It was mesmerising. But it was such a deliberate thing for me.
I couldn’t read a book and listen to music as it would just be too distracting. It was like when I tried to do my homework; I just ended up writing the song lyrics down. I feel like the way we interact with music now is very different. We are impatient, the way we skip songs we don’t like.
We could never do that with a cassette. Well we could, but it had to have been worth the wait. Plus there was the chance you’d end up going too far and missing out on the song you actually wanted to hear. Clicking between play and rewind to get as close as you possibly could. The generations of now will not appreciate this. Nor will they revel in the excitement of taping a song off the radio, attempting to pause out the ads, and getting way too mad at the radio host when they talked over the introduction or the back announcement of the song.
But that’s okay, that just means we get to have all the fun explaining what those boxes in storage are and how people got music onto CD’s..