Hi readers. As part of my decision to experiment with new ways to present my blog, I have decided to delve into the writing of reality based fiction. My first story below thus attempts to revive some interest in live music as a positive therapy to deal with our current isolation amid the current Corona pandemic.
Another day of wishing your life away does not seem to be an appealing option to Jason as he slumps lazily in his easy chair watching vicarious thrills of cable TV. For our musical genius misses the spontaneous thrill of playing live music now as the lingering medical crisis worsens While humans debate the controversy of whether or not to wear a mask, he most of all suffers in silence indoors with his awkward inability to play the trombone on stage for others anymore.
Sadly, our former virtuoso musician can no longer bellow out those high notes or pedal tones that he once played with ease. Instead he lets the oxidation of time take its course as the once shiny bell of his instrument now rusts badly in its case these days. Even if Jason could play again, he simply lacks the physical stamina now to practice hard enough at his accustomed standard of musical performance.
Yet it makes no sense for him to sulk like a spoiled juvenile who can never “get his way.” For this frustrated artist must realize that there are so many other talented musicians that are currently grounded from playing live shows now. In today’s “lockdown” times, these artists would have a better chance of making money from harvesting a field of healthy sassafras than booking a concert “gig” right now.
Face it. We are all merely mortal and must endure a runny nose, sprained ankle, or upset stomach once in awhile. Some of my teachers once told me to eat an apple every day and everything will turn out okay. The question remains whether Jason will choose to see a ripe apple or rotten apple in his current state of musical crisis. Maybe I would be wise to do the same. Wait a minute! What’s that beautiful carnival of sounds coming from beyond my patio now? I feel like I need to dance, Ruth. Can you twirl around with me a little?