Over the weekend, my son commented that you know music is happy when it’s “fast and loud” and that “when you’re miserable it’s low and slow.” My husband and I immediately chimed in, “oh that’s when you have the blues.” Our son looked confused. I fumbled trying to explain with words and promised to show him and his sister instead. On Monday, I took them to my favorite music store in our city.
I love this store. It’s quirky and fun, the salespeople always have solid recommendations, they promote local artists, and they don’t look terrified when I walk in with young children. Yesterday, I spent an hour roaming the aisles there with my kids. We went to discover the Blues and wound up with so much more. Five seconds into the store, they grabbed head phones and that was it….
They shared music with each other. When one of them found a track they liked they’d say, “LISTEN TO THIS!! COME OVER HERE!!” ….100 times too loud, unknowingly. They giggled and listened and thumbed through albums.
I drooled. This place has an amazing Lomography section.
And in the end, we settled on B.B. King. On our drive home, we popped in the cd, rolled down the windows, and cranked the music loud. We grooved. Sometimes there are no words…..just beautifully shared experiences.
Has there been a time in your life when music conveyed what words could not? I’d love to hear your story…