Listening to
Music
I spent the
morning sitting on my balcony with Ipod on.
(For those of you not as gadget oriented, Ipod is the greatest thing to
happen to music since the LP. Ipod is a
hand-held hard drive that plays MP3s. If
you find yourself still lost on this subject, go back to your turntable and
give up…The world has long passed you by.)
As I listened, my
foot tapped, my heart rushed, my mind wandered, and my dreams soared. The following thoughts best describe my
balcony travels:
Inspired without words to explain or a
goals to seek.
Charged by the music, without action to
vent.
How many times
I’ve sat and listened to music that moves me, that invigorates me, that motivates me to jump up and accomplish something. Only to find that taste of glory in my mouth
has no clear path to fruition.
How those
vibrations reaching my ears can be translated by my brain into an adrenaline
rush still amazes me. Despite years of
science, and a sound explanation, I can’t help but desire something more.
I’d like my life
to end, as does the theme of a good action movie. I’d like to leave this world with a charged
audience anxiously awaiting a sequel. Every
time I listen to music that has a triumphant note, I experience a type of
regret, as I imagine a surfer might as he slid behind what would have been the
perfect wave.
How many perfect
waves have I already let slip by? How
many more am I due? Should I keep
waiting? Or does every time I wait, just
increase the chances that I shall never ride one at all?
At some point I
suppose a person’s got to realize that they may never get up on that board
until something inside of them changes.
The music could
play day after day, and feel good during the refrain of each song, but only a
final do-or-die commitment, is going to make the difference between a three
minute track and the ride of a life time.
I’m still looking
for the memory of a day when I surfed a big one. Until then, I’ll continue to be exhilarated
by the music…