Feb 10, 2013 Essays on Music and Musicians, Parenting/ Home-schooling / Family Music and other Notes
We love to sing together. As we do so, we create a shared history of memories.
Because by The Beatles; Things We Said Today by The Beatles; Sweet Sunny South; Sunny Tennessee; Five Hundred Miles, Indian songs from the Hindustani tradition, old movie songs from Tamil and Hindi movies that I’ve sung to her since she was very little, French folks songs for children from a CD, Samba Bossa Nova songs …
So many songs, so much music in the world! It makes us happy. Keeps the darkness at bay for the two grown-ups in the room, for whom deep worry about the state of the world swirls around the edges of our conscious mind, always. It is our child, that happy spirit, that pure, unalloyed magical being who knits together those unraveled parts of our scattered, tired selves. She laughs, twirls around the room, makes foolish repetitive remarks that make us grit our teeth in mock annoyance, makes deep, wise observations about people and characters in books, herself and her learning processes, and animals … she enchants me, and makes me remember that way beyond our puny selves, there is a deep, deep place of creativity, whence we all come.
Our daughter reminds me of all that the beauty that ever was and will ever be.
And the music we make comes from that place.