DANCING BETWEEN THE NOTES
I listen to music. I listen to music a lot. I listen to music while I'm writing books, while weaving tapestry, while cooking, or just when I'm often removed from the world in my mind.
Sometimes I listen to music all day and all evening and sometimes I leave music playing all night as the computer choses music in shuffle mode, eventually playing more than three-hundred seventy-five selections. I listen to one musical artist after another as they offer their best.
I love 70's music. I love 80's music. I love 90's music and I love rock and roll. And I love songs about loss, songs about hope, songs about lessons learned, songs about heartbreak and songs about in your face take it or leave it love. And I love Jazz. And Classical.
Opera, not so much.
I love Eric Clapton, Giovanni's Destiny album, Chicago, Barry White, Carly Simon, and Bob Dylan. I love Bob Dylan.
I love Fleetwood Mac-especially Stevie Nicks, and Andy Williams, Earth, Wind & Fire, and I love The Bee Gees. I love Roy Orbison, John Lee Hooker's “Healer”, and Joe Cocker. I love Joe Cocker way past reason. And I love Bob Seger the same way.
I love Santana, and Sting, The Mavericks, and Bill Medley. Teddy Pendergast. And Genesis. And Ronnie Milsap. I love Joni Mitrchell, and although Country Music isn't my favorite, I love Keith Whitney.
I think you get the idea. I love any music that can move me.
There's more to my music appreciation. It happens between the notes. I hear more, feel more, as if something extra is going on between the notes. As if I feel something in the background that doesn't come forward at all, except for me.
It's been this way with most things all of my life. There always seems as if there is more to something than what can be seen, devined, or felt by most people.
It's one of the reasons I wasn't a particularly good student. Tests were that way for me too. Multiple choice questions never had enough choices. As if A) should have had an A.1, an A.2, and an A.3, and so on. The questions were to simplistic and short sighted. There should have been much more to them. There should have been something deeper to delve into.
You may have guessed by now that I never did learn to give my teachers what they wanted from me. To be fair to me, they didn't give me what I wanted from them either.
I don't know what more I can tell you about Dancing Between The Notes. I'm simply offering you something of myself to you.