Date: Mon 25 Apr, 2005 at 12:26
Headline: Winning & Losing
Greetings & Salutations!
Got an IM from Fozz, telling me that the latest post was exactly the sort of thing he's been wanting me to do with this blog. On the you-are-thereness of it, I agree. On the self-indulgent-whinginess of it...meh.
So last night, I'm sitting on the living room floor, folding laundry, watching Bruce Springsteen's Storytellers performance on VH1. Good stuff from Bruce. Though his music was pretty well ubiquitous when I was growing up in the 80s, I never really took to him. He always seemed too normal, too down-to-earth, like somebody's dad pretending to be a rock star. Ironically, that's one of the things I like most about him today.
I'm just getting ready to put the laundry away when my 4-year-old daughter comes in with a pair of sticks and starts to drum on the various piles of clothes, the baskets, the floor, my shoulders, whatever she finds at hand. I turn one of the baskets over and start playing it like a conga. Spontaneous little jams like this are a common thing with us. She tells me that since she's too young to come see
our upcoming show at The Velvet Room, she's going to form her own band and play a show herself on that very night. Cutest thing ever, this one. We play a little while longer, bulding up the energy, and suddenly she pipes up with "Ha! I'm winning and you're losing!".
What an odd remark. Don't know precisely why it hits me so hard right then, but I feel that it needs to be addressed. I stop the jam, take her sticks, turn off the TV, make sure I have her full attention. "Music is not about winning and losing," I tell her very seriously. "It's more important than that."
Heh. I know. Physician, heal thyself.
She seems to understand. I think. She smiles at me, gathers up her sticks to run off and play in another part of the house, and I turn the TV back on to bask in the wit and wisdom of Bruce.
Physician, heal thyself.