music (life)

For right now, I'm done with the education policy related blogs of the morning. There is lots to think about there. But, my mind can only wrestle with those thoughts for so long. Right now, I am much simpler.

All afternoon, I hung out at an outdoor oyster bar and listened to my Dad play loud music. The restaurant was on the channel and the weather was perfect. My sisters, mother, brother, 3 aunts, an Ellen, 2 grandmothers, 2 uncles, and other assorted relatives were there. My sisters and I joked (or joshed, as they say) all day. We all were able to enjoy one another's company and be outside. Both sides of my family are huge. Today was just a small slice of family. It's good to be around for things like today.

Growing up around music is a fundamental part of who I am. It's amazing to me that there are people who did not grow up listening to music or knowing people who create it. It's normal to me to listen for playing around a beat, love the sound of a double-kick bass, and secretly know that the toms are to be pulled out when you need to get showy. When I was very little, I used to fall asleep in front of my Dad's bass drum as he practiced. Somehow, there is still something so calming about being around that kind of noise....