There’s something about that song. . . that musician. . . that melody . . . that calms me. As I age, I realize how important music has become. When I need to unwind, disconnect. . . . get away, I turn to my music. I’m sure people have tried to reduce, to writing, the connection between music and the soul for ages and I don’t profess to have the skill for that. What I can say, though, is that the older I get the more I appreciate the calming influence music has on me.
When I travel, the first thing I do upon arrival at the airport is plug in. I don’t like being around large masses of people I don’t know and that dislike is compounded by the frequency with which I find myself there. Music, however, takes me away. . . if only for a few moments. I’m able to walk those corridors feeling calm, despite the chaos around. That escape allows me to deal with the pressures of work travel. It allows me, to some degree, freedom from the crises of the moment.
Over the years, my taste in music has changed. . . well, it’s broadened. I still enjoy the 80s music I grew up with, but my proverbial “music horizon” has expanded. I never thought I’d be a country music fan, but in fairness, it has changed dramatically over the last 20 years. Keith Urban, Kenny Chesney, Kid Rock (his newer tunes), Zac Brown Band, Florida Georgia Line, Rascal Flatts. . . to name a few. All of these artists, mixed in with Def Leppard, Aerosmith, AC/DC, Van Halen, Poison, Train, Coldplay. I open My Music, hit “shuffle”, sit back and relax.
Interestingly, I don’t like listening to music when I run. Running and Music — to me — is distracting. I either want to listen to music to relax, or I want to run to relax. . . they don’t mix. I know I’m in the minority when it comes to music and exercise, but it’s not something I can change.
Relaxation is fleeting for me. If I’m not traveling, or working, or running kids to football or tennis, I’m working around the house or in the yard. Thus, those rare moments when I can put the headphones on and drift away. . . . it’s priceless. My wife bought me a hammock a few years back and I’d find myself stretched out in the heat of the summer, headphones on, music playing . . . . it’s peaceful.
I have a great life, don’t get me wrong. I love my wife, my kids, my job. . . but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit the inherent pressure associated with juggling all of those many responsibilities.
For me, music truly is medicine for the soul. It calms. . . relaxes. . . provides escape. . . in my hectic life.