I’ve had the same Thelonious Monk album in my cd player for over a month. Our house’s last remaining cd players sits atop the refrigerator, a dusty three-cd changer that was all the rage in the early nineties. I spend a great deal of my time in the kitchen and usually listen to NPR or a podcast of “Democracy Now” as I cook. However, lately it’s Thelonious Monk. Each time I listen I get more and more from it.
I listen to music constantly, but for some reason this is the first time in a long time that I really feel I’m listening. I’ve gained such enjoyment from eight beautifully orchestrated tracks.
This all makes me wonder why I have hundreds of albums; 40 gigs of music, meticulously catalogued on a back-up hard-drive. I’ve probably spent over a hundred hours uploading albums, labeling info-less tracks, and cursing the false-gods of Apple. All that time, when I could have been listening.
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Word. I often remark to Derek that he couldn’t listen to all the music he has if he started now and never stopped during this life.
Courage is what it takes to stand up and speak; courage is also what it takes to sit down and listen. – Winston Churchill