I could write 30 days of posts about how important music is in my life, but the Lockdown has drastically changed the way I listen to it.
Live music has been virtually nonexistent and there have been no big shows or festivals. In an effort to fill in the enormous void of cultural events and resources that make up our learning lifestyle, we have listened to many more audiobooks and podcasts. Akira the Don’s meaningwave has been there for when my boys are a little tired of speeches and stories, but that’s not like my old, playlist-obsessed ways.
I’ve also had technical problems with my music collection. Some of which I started to iron out today. I went first to the staples that have connected my sons to their late mother. David Bowie, Michael Franti, Parliament Funkadelic, and Iggy Pop carry strong memories of my married life. They are guaranteed triggers for my grief. The wave of joy and sadness that I cherish. Sadness for the loss and joy that, for all my growth and self-discovery, Mary still holds a special place in my heart. Somehow, she shares in my joy at hearing those songs and telling those stories. It’s not only a connection to our sons, but to all in my life who love and share music with.
I thought music meant the world to me before I was widowed. I thought I lived life to its fullest. In these nearly three years, I have learned that there is no limit to the joys that can be reached in this life.
Every day I am ready for new and amazing experiences, even if they are as simple as rediscovering forgotten B-sides.