Views From A Guitar Playing Music Writer and ADHD Sufferer
Music may well be among the first of my memories. I have a vivid recollection of sitting in a booth in a restaurant in the early sixties. I would have been less than four years old, but I remember that there was one of those table-top jukebox selectors on our table. My mother stuck a nickle into the slot (yes, a nickle, it was the sixties and a dime would buy a gallon of gas back then) and played The Singing Nuns 1963 hit, “Dominique.” What I learned that day in seeing my mother smile as she listened to her new favourite was that if I could make music I could please my mother. My life has been a quest, in one way or another, to please my mother. And so I’ve made music a large, though largely unprofessional, part of my life. It brings me the same happiness it brought her. But how? Read the rest of this entry
If music hath charms to sooth the savage breast, play on. Although that’s a bit of a mix … what we mean is that music is such a universal in our world that many great words have been penned in its praise.
Every culture we know has developed music in some form or another and there must be a reason for its global acceptance. From the moods of Beethoven to the wildly expressive Janice Joplin, from its early percussive beginnings to current electronic generation, music has been dressing for many emotional wounds, has salved many a desparate soul. Listening, creating and performing music are all effective in returning us to our belief in valuing humanity and refortifying our inner reserves.