Music is Life

Music is awesome.  I've always had music around - it's rare that I'm in the house, car, or office without a radio on around me.  I've tried talk radio, sports talk radio and NPR, and while some of that is interesting, it can't take the place of music for me.

I found that when Jacque died, I was often sitting alone in a silent house.  Music wasn't comforting for me.  Every song seemed depressing because it was about something sad, or I just interpreted it as sad.  Up  until recently, I was never really one who thought that a song spoke to me.  I really didn't even listen to the lyrics.  I liked a song if it had a good beat, which makes me sound like I'm on Dance Fever (kids, you'll have to YouTube that).  Sitting in silence didn't help my mood, and I really don't think it helped me grieve, either.  I don't think I was doing it consciously, I was just in such a fog.

But now, I'm starting to feel like I'm getting back to a normal level of functioning.  I can't stand any silence, and I'm back to singing around the house #tonedeaf.  And it feels good!  Even songs that aren't the happiest of topics feel good to hear.  I mean, if you're rocking out to The Cure, you've got to be doing something right!  Maybe on the days when I'm sick of writing about grief, I'll write about music.  I like that, Jacque would have liked that, and I think it fits with the mission with which we started this blog.

Until then, here's that upbeat song with downbeat lyrics that I was singing in the car this afternoon.