I had planned to write a little bit with my last post about why music is so important to me. BUT, I was late getting my sample posted, so I didn't do that. Many MANY years ago, when I was adopted, the birth parent was permitted to make some requests of the adoptive parents. My birth mother wanted me to be raised with music. So, I learned to play a number of instruments-in fact, I won a scholarship to the International Peace Gardens Music Camp when I was in my early teens.
I've tried to do the same with my daughter. She also learned to play different instruments, culminating in a tuba duet in her last year of high school (now where IS that DVD?)
Her high school band played with an adult orchestra and I chaperoned some of their trips to competitions. The long and short of this is that I cried, every time they played.
An important Christmas tradition I have is that I attend the Sing-along Messiah, first, with the Philharmonic Orchestra, and then in an old church, with other like-minded folk. I do it alone. I look forward to it each year. I always cry when we get to the Halleluiah Chorus. (Did I spell that right? Geesh!)
It's worth noting that I'm always lost when I sing along, but sing along I do. Kind of like Christmas Carols, I know the first line and then hollar out the rest as "La, la, la, la, la!"
You do that too. You know you do.
ANYWAYS, that my story about music. It's the single most important thing in my life that makes everything OK when it's not OK.
Thanks for listening.