That was a pretty quick interval between posts, considering that I didn’t get yesterday’s post written until late in the evening. But, I suppose that I can’t have the same schedule EVERY day! Might as well keep people guessing.
The eighth song of the day may not exactly be my cup of tea, as it is a popular song that doesn’t really speak to me through the song or the lyrics. But, I think the TITLE of the song, rather than the content, will prompt me promptly today. In fact, I could have used it about three months ago when I got amused by a makeshift percussion instrument.
Last Saturday night, I went to the Jared Rabin concert, and thoroughly enjoyed it. There was a little bit of everything: some blues, country, bluegrass, and rock. Though country is not my favorite genre, I still wanted to go. Why? I felt an obligation to attend since Jared was one of my contacts on Birthright, and so every concert I attend is a mini-reunion. Plus, his originals speak to me a lot more than the country music that I hear elsewhere.
At these small concerts, my attention can often head toward the percussion. The percussionist often seems to be having the most fun on stage, from what I can see. Repetitive beats have always been important to me, as can be seen with my dancing to the drum cadences in high school, or going down stairs to a rhythm. It’s likely related to my insistence on routine and regularity as part of my Asperger’s syndrome. I have fun dancing with most music, and certain combinations of drums and percussion REALLY get me into it.
The boom-clap? That’s stomping my feet and clapping along to the cymbals and drums! Sometimes I wonder if I was a drummer in a past life, or if Levi has rubbed off on me in that way!
Today is the three-hundred and third day of M.M.X.I.V. That makes forty-three weeks and two days.
Today is the thirtieth day of the third round of O.C.T.O.B.E.R. That makes four weeks and two days.