The Irony. I just got back on track with Post A Day, and today’s question requires the impossible. Which music act in history would I, a Deaf individual, like to see? At least the question is accurate, as I wouldn’t be able to hear anything. Nonetheless, since I lost my hearing 13 years ago and was not born Deaf, I do have the ability to extrapolate what music I would want to hear — if I could. Very definitely would be John Tesh Live At Red Rocks concert, as in, to be there live, fully able to hear and enjoy. Awesome. I know my music knowledge is de facto dated, but I still remember the fascinating sounds of what seems to be a musical genre of it’s own — “Tesh music.” You can call it whatever you want, but you can’t put it in a box… Classical, contemporary, rock? Yes and no. All I really want to tell you readers is to shut up and listen! Because You Can.
For all my fellow deafies, I think you’ll agree with me that Sean Forbes has the best music to see.
Has anybody seen my muse? Post A Day wants to know how I find it. Gotta tell you, I don’t find my muse– it find’s me. I have no idea from whence it comes, but it suddenly descends and a torrent of words comes Pouring Out My Fingers. Many times, if writing on actual paper, I will sit and stare at it in awe after I’ve gotten it all out of me. Where did that come from? I’ve been told I “Have A Way With Words.” The truth is words have a way with me. I don’t go searching for them, they come at me and I link them, absorb them, try to communicate them and Share The Joy I Experience with others. I love play on words, bizarre acronyms, bilingual word plays, and epic metaphors. They give me life, they make my world colorful and exquisite. Apparently, other people don’t experience this, which I think is very sad. Ha, I have an extensive vocabulary, yet I choose to use a simple description “very sad.” Maybe my vocabulary is a big part of my muse, the delight in finding a way to express something in an unexpected way. Then play with even that by incorporating the extremely simple, everyday, colloquial, slang. If there isn’t any appropriate slang laying around, make some up! Likewise with grammar, speaking inside out is a blast, if even for all the confusion on the listener’s face. Don’t even get me started on punctuation…..
Where I grew up, we walked around and thru many fields of beans, strawberries, apricots, you name it. One on every corner with fresh powerful tasting fruits and veggies. Last month they built a strip mall on top of largest field still actually growing fruits and vegetables. Only one field left, a small strawberry field that I pray will be allowed to continue it’s existence. This strawberry field is a memory of friendlier times without warehouse stores, where you didn’t stop at the gas station to get junk food, you just pulled over at one of the many fruit and vegetable stands and bought something fresh from the harvest. No freezers, partially-hydrogenated vegetable oils, and yet, kids liked them!
Cola Slurpees, definitely. Alone in my car, turning up the volume and bass to max (I’m Deaf) and playing rap music. My particular car causes even the gas pedal to vibrate to the music. Putting my arm on the car door is great! Sometimes the drivers seat gets involved in the beat too. Risk: police officers don’t usually understand that all that racket is Not Distracting Me From Driving at all. My children are embarrassed when I’m waiting in the carpool lane. They say You Can Still Hear It really loud half way across campus. Going to Dog Beach when the weather is good. Getting visitors to my blog. Inventing play on words across ASL and English. Only about 2 people in the world understand them, but I amuse myself at my ingeniousness. This is an Eccentric Result of losing my hearing as an adult and being bilingual….