Music or books. Take your pick. You have to choose. Which would you give up?
I don’t know about your family, but in mine we often had that discussion. Which is a little silly since we never had to make that decision. But what if we had to?
When I was a little girl, and probably sticking my tongue out at my older brothers, I remember saying that I would read music books. So there.
And while I had the ability to read music, the allure would quickly fade and my love for Island of the Blue Dolphins
Hmmmm…….but, on the other hand, could I live without music? Never. I am one of the truly mediocre musicians, having the ability to play the piano, guitar and viola in a completely uninspired way. But, man, can I enjoy listening for hours. Almost any music genre is glorious for me. Except one. Modern country music. Now turn of the 20th century country music, which is really ballads handed down across the decades and across the pond, are lovely. Just not modern country pop style music. For me. Obviously, those artists have a huge following.
But for me, what would life be without Eric Clapton? Or life without the Who????? I can’t even contemplate that. A life without a symphony? Without opera? Unthinkable.
As reading is escapism and adventure, music brings joy and solace. Music brings the desire to float, to dance, to laugh, to weep. In a way that reading does not, music touches my very soul. I sense what my ancestors felt and responded to over the centuries. I feel a part of something more; a raison d’etre.
Music and books. I would give up neither. I would choose both.