I’m lying to you. I don’t hate listening to music.
But, I kinda do…
Wait…I’m still lying to you.
The truth is, I haven’t played music much over the past few months.
(But, I do like it. Honest.)
“Michael…what are you talking about?”
I have no clue. I’m trying to figure it out as we speak.
(Wouldn’t it be awesome if this topic were socially acceptable and something I could have already figured out when I was a kid?)
OK, let’s see…
- I don’t like going to concerts.
- Rock concerts are too loud.
- Classical concerts are too boring and have too many rules.
When I was a kid, before I ever played the piano, I listened to music. I was inspired by George Winston’s piano playing. I used to fantasize about playing like him while listening to his CDs.
But, I never listened to music the way the other kids did. It wasn’t to fit in or to be cool or to keep up with the latest fashions. Even in the classical music world, I never cared about fashion. Sometimes I listened to music, sometimes not.
Playing music is a different story. I love touching the piano, moving my body, training myself.
This is separate from “music”. It’s a tactile, energetic thing.
Why can’t we all just get along?