I briefly saw this headline today on some reel but had no time to read more about it...looked it up online and it was from an old Guardian article last July regarding a study about cognitive function between early risers and night owls...no surprise to me really....and not because by nature i fall in the latter category, but because it's still at night...it's quiet....that's why I have always preferred it....
there is something so intoxicating about the quiet.....in my youth i'd sometimes choose jazz...it was a time to discover davis and coltrane....you could check out the cassette tapes from the library....i'd just sit with the lights turned off and the curtains wide open and let the brilliant rays of moonshine cast their beacons across my space.....i felt closer to the moon....i have davis playing.....bitches brew....i don't understand what's happening.....but i feel it and the moons rays envelope their selves around me...it was hot that summer, with santa anas blowing...these frenetic notes coming at me like a swarm of cicadas, blinded by the headlight of the moon, the trumpets reflecting the heat the santa ana winds bring....
i couldn't have taken that album that way in the daytime...the morning would be out of the question....some nights it was jazz...some nights it would be gershwin....my dad was into ordering these time life cd boxed sets...gershwin, nat king cole, bing crosby, mozart, beethovan, bach, rachmaninov, the platters, ccr, tina turner.......it was a treasure trove of things to listen to at night...no judgement...i love depeche mode...i love the cure...i loved modern english....but i also loved chopin...i would play the righteous brothers over and over again.....the night didn't judge...
there's so many distractions today, so much noise.....kids are under an enormous amount of pressure not just from school but from a super heightened social construct that's amplified by social media.....they need music more than ever......
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