Dad, in his most valiant attempt, began with music. I remember during some of my earliest nights, he’d inflate with excitement and lean over the back of the sofa, telling me to wait and listen.
The enthusiasm, relief, joy, and revelry this music brought to the house may have been greater appreciated in retrospect, or maybe mostly appreciated by me. As you see in my provided photo, Daddy and I are still the only ones in the family who carry musical prowess through the floorboards.
Summer is the season of concerts, and music abounds. But for me, music abounds all year. I listen to an average of three hours a day. I play the guitar, drums, and piano, with my skill level in each instrument about in the order I listed them.
But what do you do if the desire for music, and the creation of it, is overflowing, but the physical challenge is barring your way?
But it never stopped me.
I do have a few tricks I’ll list with those who share my challenges.
For my guitarists:
Another fantastic tool I use that will sound elementary is the capo, which will hold down the fret board and change the key of the guitar.
For my pianists:
No, we can’t push the pedals. We can’t do crazy keyboard jumps with our hands. But we can focus on smoothness. Play what you can. And instead of worrying about how many keys you can press down, how fast you can leap up and down the upright, how fully you can perform the song, focus on rhythm. Focus on smoothly transitioning your fingers from one note to the next. Focus on the richness of what you CAN play and let it bloom past what you can’t.
Just freakin’ rock out until your physical therapist has to roll you off the floor.
Because really, music is one of the best therapies there is, right behind love and basketfuls of puppies.
Enjoy the summer of music. Me? I’ve already been to one of my top two favorite bands, Imagine Dragons, twice, where the lead singer, Dan Reynolds, saw my from the stage, pointed at me, and melted into a grin as he sang (might have done a little melting myself). I’ve been to – don’t you dare judge me – the Jonas Brothers, from which my ears still ring after the inhumanly high- octave screams of preteen girls.
(Imagine Dragons ↓)
Don’t look down at your hands feeling like they will never be capable of this.
Look down knowing they were meant to.