For Christmas I bought Gabe one of those sets of Bose speakers that has a place to dock your iPod for the kitchen. He likes to listen to music when he cooks and our old speakers were old and crapping out.
It seems like such a small thing but this new docking station charges my iPod and so I am actually using the thing. I put it on when I am cooking breakfast or fixing myself lunch. I am shocked at how much better I feel just listening to an extra 20 minutes of music each day.
What seems like a long time ago now, I used to be a musician. I am a singer. I sing.
And I somehow forgot about it.
One of my best friends in the world is an Opera singer. I remember once someone asked her why she chose to sing. He answer was something along the lines of “Music is the only thing. It is what I have to do.”
For me music isn’t the only thing, but it is an important thing and I had forgotten about it.
How does someone forget about music?
I got distracted by life: kids, family, writing, working and the intense need for silence every once in a while.
Now I remember.
Tomorrow my neighbor and I are auditioning for a local community chorus. I am very out of practice and I have no idea if we will even get in, but I know I need to do this. I need music.
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I bought the speakers, I got the iPod with my credit card points and I just wanted to tell you that I like music.