Wednesday, April 29, 2020

Another Story About Music

We all have good days, and really shitty ones. I've decided that most of us take turns: it's your bad day, or it's mine, or it's hers. Each turn sucks.


Recently, it's B's turn. 
I suppose grief happens in waves and now, it's washed over her. 
Chatty kid, suddenly silent.

She had some set backs when college started two years ago, but she quickly figured it out. She became so involved there and she fell in love there. She loves her small classes and the way it has made her think. Now --- she suffers everyday with Zoom classes or the ones that get cancelled and she misses everything... her boyfriend, cooking by herself, parties, becoming the person she was ready to be.

Grief is strange and measured in new ways now. 

So she takes a music class like I did. 
Turns out her mother gets asked to step into one those Zoom classes.
It turns out my long ago career and/or this hobby of mine matters.
Maybe?

It won't fix her heartbreak.

As we used to say, back in the day, when rekkids were what we did, when music was all we liked:
this isn't the cure for cancer.... It's just rock n' roll.

I guess right now -- rock n' roll is the best we got.
Rock on!

1 comments:

Kids and goats and whatnot said...

Music can be medecine, spiritual, naughty, angry, everything. You're reminding me to take advantage of it.