Side Note Update: My bones and soft tissues are getting nailed pretty well right now by the ole Cancer smancer but my vital organs are clear once again. Ill take that any day and Mondays.
The Space Between
James Taylor sings the secret of life is enjoying the passage of time. Billy Ward expounds drummers Love the space between the notes you play more than the notes played.
We identify a songs feel, texture, emotion and add unto it an earnest rhythmic melody.
In a split second of due consideration our ears tell our hands what to play.
Enhance the space. Enhance the space.
Reggie Jackson hit 3 homers in game 6 of 1977 World Series.
Tonight I returned home from hospital and almost immediately got on the Life cycle. I lay down and started watching ESPN series The Bronx is Burning. It is about the Yankee season of 1977.
After a season of turmoilReggie stepped up to the plate. I knew what was going to happen. With TiVo paused I asked my wife to help me back on the Life Cycle. I could not watch such a feat and just lay on my back.
I was soon peddling again to the best of my respectably pathetic ability. I watched Reggie hit 1 homerun, 2 homeruns then 3 homeruns. All first pitches. Powerful.
I go outside to the Jacuzzi and using a trapeze my friends installed for maneuvering lower myself in.
I gaze up at the moon. I glance at the starsthe planes flying overhead.
My senses are heightened.
I realize the beauty is as much the space between the stars.
I feel grateful to be looking up at the moon. I think about so many friends now gone who battled cancer. I miss them all so much.
I imagine them someplace perched past the moon looking down to earth.
Though maybe clumsy of me I wave to them while looking up.
I realize how the space without them is still enhanced because of the beautiful notes on earth they played.
Later I lay in bed thinking about my drum set. They have given me a dais wherein a portion of my voice can resonate. They have given me the opportunity to make music that sweetens the bitterest of cups while building a platform for spirits to soar.
That is a life worth living. A splendid heritage. Its on now I think.
I take a big breath and count to three pulling myself up with a trapeze over my hospital bed.
I can see them now. Over the rails beyond my feet my drums.
I consider how buying a drum set 2 years ago has enhanced the space beyond just playing them.
The revelatory rich history of drumming has been a pleasure to survey. Tapping but a tiny bit into the same inspiration Buddy, Papa, Max, Big Sid etc. etc. seems not as elusive as it once did.
Following them I found a valley of insight.
A big bowl of motivation is always served.
Matt Wilsons July Hymn or Billy Wards, Beddy Bye Time are just two of thousands of songs that would have never be known by me save it be for drums.
Songs that are now part of the soundtrack of my life.
Song for Jo marked the moment when my daughters waved at me through the thick glass separating me from them in isolation. I cannot hear it without well, you know.
Lazarus by Porcupine Tree marked the moment this last month when opening a package of CDs thoughtfully put together by 1968ZX.
Ill never forget it.
Space Enhanced.
Drums have given me the chance to teach. To watch others be filled with what I have felt.
An awareness playing a simple beat is forever heightened when a student dawns the earphones hitting play hearing the count they start the groove with other instruments joining in ---an Emeril Lagasse BAM happens!
They realize that beat is meant to be part of something bigger they smile wide because you cannot deny how exhilarating it is to be part of it.
The Music needs you and you need it.
Space enhanced by drums.
I reflect on the most chief enhancement.
You all.
My Kindred spirits.
Some say that a true measure of a person is how they react to a crisis or affliction.
After 7 years plus of cancer fun I believe a better measure is how a person lives between crisis.
That is why my cup of admiration for you all is full. I truly do not know how you all do it.
Years ago while in a nursing home with not a lot to lean on
I could never have thought to find you my friends.
But I bought a drum set. You bought a drum set.
And in the space between playing our drums we found each other.
Slog On, Forrest
The Space Between
James Taylor sings the secret of life is enjoying the passage of time. Billy Ward expounds drummers Love the space between the notes you play more than the notes played.
We identify a songs feel, texture, emotion and add unto it an earnest rhythmic melody.
In a split second of due consideration our ears tell our hands what to play.
Enhance the space. Enhance the space.
Reggie Jackson hit 3 homers in game 6 of 1977 World Series.
Tonight I returned home from hospital and almost immediately got on the Life cycle. I lay down and started watching ESPN series The Bronx is Burning. It is about the Yankee season of 1977.
After a season of turmoilReggie stepped up to the plate. I knew what was going to happen. With TiVo paused I asked my wife to help me back on the Life Cycle. I could not watch such a feat and just lay on my back.
I was soon peddling again to the best of my respectably pathetic ability. I watched Reggie hit 1 homerun, 2 homeruns then 3 homeruns. All first pitches. Powerful.
I go outside to the Jacuzzi and using a trapeze my friends installed for maneuvering lower myself in.
I gaze up at the moon. I glance at the starsthe planes flying overhead.
My senses are heightened.
I realize the beauty is as much the space between the stars.
I feel grateful to be looking up at the moon. I think about so many friends now gone who battled cancer. I miss them all so much.
I imagine them someplace perched past the moon looking down to earth.
Though maybe clumsy of me I wave to them while looking up.
I realize how the space without them is still enhanced because of the beautiful notes on earth they played.
Later I lay in bed thinking about my drum set. They have given me a dais wherein a portion of my voice can resonate. They have given me the opportunity to make music that sweetens the bitterest of cups while building a platform for spirits to soar.
That is a life worth living. A splendid heritage. Its on now I think.
I take a big breath and count to three pulling myself up with a trapeze over my hospital bed.
I can see them now. Over the rails beyond my feet my drums.
I consider how buying a drum set 2 years ago has enhanced the space beyond just playing them.
The revelatory rich history of drumming has been a pleasure to survey. Tapping but a tiny bit into the same inspiration Buddy, Papa, Max, Big Sid etc. etc. seems not as elusive as it once did.
Following them I found a valley of insight.
A big bowl of motivation is always served.
Matt Wilsons July Hymn or Billy Wards, Beddy Bye Time are just two of thousands of songs that would have never be known by me save it be for drums.
Songs that are now part of the soundtrack of my life.
Song for Jo marked the moment when my daughters waved at me through the thick glass separating me from them in isolation. I cannot hear it without well, you know.
Lazarus by Porcupine Tree marked the moment this last month when opening a package of CDs thoughtfully put together by 1968ZX.
Ill never forget it.
Space Enhanced.
Drums have given me the chance to teach. To watch others be filled with what I have felt.
An awareness playing a simple beat is forever heightened when a student dawns the earphones hitting play hearing the count they start the groove with other instruments joining in ---an Emeril Lagasse BAM happens!
They realize that beat is meant to be part of something bigger they smile wide because you cannot deny how exhilarating it is to be part of it.
The Music needs you and you need it.
Space enhanced by drums.
I reflect on the most chief enhancement.
You all.
My Kindred spirits.
Some say that a true measure of a person is how they react to a crisis or affliction.
After 7 years plus of cancer fun I believe a better measure is how a person lives between crisis.
That is why my cup of admiration for you all is full. I truly do not know how you all do it.
Years ago while in a nursing home with not a lot to lean on
I could never have thought to find you my friends.
But I bought a drum set. You bought a drum set.
And in the space between playing our drums we found each other.
Slog On, Forrest
( this smilie could be Chris himself)
