I like being home, and one reason is the music. Our house is relatively small and it's rarely quiet. Even now, I'm trying to watch some of the Sotomayer coverage after being on the road all day, and it's hard to hear. Part of it is my own diminished hearing, of course. But part of it's the musical instruments that are nearly always being plucked, strummed or pummeled around here.
By last count, the house has seven guitars under its roof (only three of 'em mine) and in the last month, we added a full drum kit. The youngest (11) is looking for the right distortion setting on his amp so he can work on his tunes, while my oldest (17) is changing the strings on her acoustic. The 14-year-old may well head downstairs shortly to thump away on his drums on the basement. A Dylan playlist is running endlessly on the Mac in the kitchen, and has been for this last 90 minutes or more (we're all off to see Mr. Zimmerman tomorrow night at a minor league stadium in Connecticut). Yesterday, it was Macca (we're set for the McCartney show at Citi Field on Friday night). The classics are appreciated by the Watsonian millennials dwelling within this mock tudor, I can tell you.
I enjoy the overlap of the music, which is often joined by the faint buzz of someone's iPod ear buds set to "inflict damage." We're music-obsessed around here, but not in the most organized, formal way. It's just something that accompanies everyday life. And when it's quiet, it seems really quiet to my ear (dulled as they are from too much rock and roll). Too much so. As I said, I like being home - because I like the noise.
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Nice, Tom.
Posted by: blue girl | July 15, 2009 at 12:19 PM
I too like this post.
I love having R.E.M. playing in the background as I work. Not too loud to be distracting. Not too soft to be boring. NIce pace too.
Posted by: Slappy | July 15, 2009 at 01:50 PM