Listening to what I don’t know in music- my son was giving me a ride and the music in his car was unfamiliar to me. I kept noticing how I expected the notes to follow and when they didn’t, it was jarring. This expectation of how things should be runs through so much in life.
So true about those expectations, Priya. I'm thankful that, at 14 years old, my music teacher at school put on Stravinsky's "Rite of Spring" and it blew me away. The powerful move away from anything I could have expected sounded so beautiful and raw and searching and angry and worrying and freeing and everything all at once. Such a rush!
Any expectation of how things should be was greatly reduced that day.
Listening to what I don’t know in music- my son was giving me a ride and the music in his car was unfamiliar to me. I kept noticing how I expected the notes to follow and when they didn’t, it was jarring. This expectation of how things should be runs through so much in life.
So true about those expectations, Priya. I'm thankful that, at 14 years old, my music teacher at school put on Stravinsky's "Rite of Spring" and it blew me away. The powerful move away from anything I could have expected sounded so beautiful and raw and searching and angry and worrying and freeing and everything all at once. Such a rush!
Any expectation of how things should be was greatly reduced that day.