Jazz first thing in the morning. No words, just notes. And I don’t know much about music, but I know I can get lost here. I know I can’t find a chorus or a bridge or a favorite verse to expect or anticipate. I can’t always hear the beginning of one song or the end of another. And that’s good, because I don’t want to. I am tired of the words and the arguments, of trying to figure out what is ending and what is starting and what is lurking around the corner. I am tired of trying to make sense of things.
There is too much noise in my own head. That’s why right now I need no words. Just notes.
It feels strange to say I love this post when there's such a strong vein of dissatisfaction in it, but I do, I love it so much. Maybe because I too know nothing about music but have moods when only jazz will do.
Sending you wishes for peace and the end of noise. And for harmony.
Posted by: Kim | November 16, 2011 at 06:03 PM
@Kim--Thanks! I am definitely getting some peace. The jazz helps. And soon it will be time for Christmas music! :)
Posted by: Noel | November 17, 2011 at 01:13 PM
I do the same thing! I know very little about jazz; but, the flow of notes, easing over the stones and brambles of the day soothe me. It's nice to have something to retreat to!
Posted by: Brandee | November 17, 2011 at 09:15 PM
Jazz is the music of my soul. It hits you right in the gut and yanks at the soul strings, gets your soul stirring like no other music.
Posted by: Tracy Mangold | November 18, 2011 at 11:47 AM
you know, i find that music can take me to places i can't get to any other way. i study neurobiology as (one of my) post-graduate hobbies, and the studies on music's effect on the brain are fascinating. i love this post, too. there's dissatisfaction, there's determination, there's distillation.
Posted by: wholly jeanne | November 19, 2011 at 06:51 PM