Greatness of Music

Music, if you are good at it and do it right, tells the listener about you. Without saying a word, music says more than words can. This is why musicians understand musicians better than anyone else and why listeners like some musicians above others, because some are great at their artistry in music and some do not let themselves out. Now not everyone has opportunity to do this or the guts, but those that really tell their story through their music shine like a lighthouse. We just watched a documentary on the life of John Coltrane, and he was very much a master at this expression of music. And when I grow up, I want to push hope and inspiration through my fingers into the keys and produce inspiration. ❤

When Passes the Night

As the end comes for those we grew up listening to, a part of us ends. That comfortable spot in our memory of a singer or band or their collective music or works of art in an artist in general, even paintings or sculptures or movies or good books, is now uncomfortable or saddened to some degree. I had friends that called to comfort me when Rich Mullins died. I am now comforting my husband because Lake (of Lake, Emerson and Palmer) died. It is of great meaning when one whose work we utilized in our psyche growing up become unable to be seen. Knowing they are still out there is somehow comfortable for us. So losing them from this world we are a part of is very sad and we should grieve these things. They are a part of who we are. So peace with you, Mr. Lake, and thank you for the beautiful music you made that stirred my husband’s soul and caused him to miss you. You will be missed truly. God rest your soul. 

The Show Must Go On

Musicians are made to be musicians. God decides what beats our hearts when He makes us. He puts in the gift and passion for it. It is not for us to decide to obey or not or let someone else make that decision for us, it is play or sing or die. The death would be not physical but definitely would be a death, a death of spirit, of heart’s song, of meaning, of purpose, of motivation, of heart beat. Musicians must always consider that when choosing a partner in life because I have seen so many go the way of marrying someone who does not share that passion and thus does not share them or support them in it. It is necessary to play for God when He makes you a musician/singer. It is His design and saying no to that is a major slap in His face, which is obviously not a good idea. Best to run with His design and not fight a battle you cannot win. The show must go on. We must play for the Lord, for His people, whatever venue we have to play, we will play because we know God made us for that purpose, among others. To deny it is to deny air to our lung, life to life. We are pleased to have a new drummer and the show will go on. Just makes our band family that much bigger and richer. Variety is the spice of life and God provides a way to keep His work going He started in us to accomplish. There are reasons for everything He does and God can use any situation and make good come from it. That is Who He is and He totally rocks!!!

Tickling the Ivories or Ode to Piano and Music

The absolute best thing in the world my mom taught me was how to play the piano. I could play and read music before I could read books well. Not always the best student, I readily admit, I often did not practice. But when it came time to perform, I nailed it and no one ever knew. Except me. And mom. But I digress. I loved playing, could play for hours at a time on a rainy or snowy day, wrote many many songs and loved hearing the music that came out of my emotions and thoughts of the moment. I was encouraged by my church and played for church. Music is a benefit to the soul and the body and mind. It was a gift of healing from God. Many years I left it alone because of no access to it with school (too many years of college) and work and life. One day I went to the music department and asked for special permission to use a practice room. Hadn’t played in years and had to try out for a college piano master teacher. I played a little piece I wrote and he offered me not only the practice room but also a position in his department teaching dynamics and original composition. I had to turn it down (like a sensible idiot) because I was in premed and had a full time PCA position at the hospital. But I felt confident again and started to play again when I could. Years passed, I tried out for a band at a church playing piano. Then I had access to the church piano anytime. A gorgeous grand, I loved going late at night and playing on it. Piano has always been my staple, my comfortable home wherever I have been. When nothing else made sense or when crazy became too crazy, piano was my outlet and calm. It was my friend I could turn to wherever I was for any reason or emotion. It was always also my saving grace link to my God, who I am so thankful provided music to my life. And when the kids came, I lost it again, having much to do until the last several years of being in bands at church and oldies rock and roll. I even got some of my classical pieces out the other day and was surprised I could play them, though a tad rusty. Piano is my home. Nothing is more perfect than standing or sitting behind those familiar keys, always beckoning me to play, always accepting of my successes and failures, the perfect way to express where my heart is, the love of my life. I think all musicians feel this way with their instrument of giftedness. So musicians speak in this language of mutual respect for this same deep bond of music we share. It is sacred and irrevocable. No one but a musician can truly get that aspect of another musician. They can try but never quite understand its importance. So, play on and rock on, my beautiful musician friends. And thank you, God, as always for music, a piano, the opportunity to play and a mom who started me on this path of no return.