Jan
27
2010
It Is Only By Serendipity
Author: siggyThe love we share of music is only by serendipity. My wife and I both intensely love music. We grew up listening to the same artists and groups. She is also a musician, which I am not. The only area she knows better than me is R&B, which I never went out of my way to listen to.
She is the recipient of my DJing every day. And to me there is no greater joy than to share a beautiful piece of music, especially something she never heard. Both of our tastes in music are eclectic: we listen to a broad range of music.
I was responsible for her falling in love again with Peter, Paul & Mary. She listened to the ninety minutes I put together of them on cassette repeatedly.
I have put together dozens of anthologies on cassette culled from my extensive music collection. I must do a good job. The cuts usually blend pretty well and she can’t tell always tell when they have come from different albums.
I have always gone deeply in particular groups and individual performers I have loved. I sometimes surprise her with the material I have recorded of performers she knew well.
I turned her on to British folk rock–a world she had no idea of–Fairport Convention and Steeleye Span. And performers from England like Sandy Denny, Richard Thompson and John Tams for starters.
She was the third woman I turned on to Richard Thompson. The second one divorced me. The first one was a friend. And we have gone to several of his concerts. She has fallen in love with his songwriting and guitar playing. We never get tired of him.
To be able to share my deep love of music with my wife is a gift. And I never forget that. It is a real treat. When I am home, the stereo usually is on although I have to admit when I go out, silence reigns. I never take that love we share for granted. It is a real gift.
