Every year we join friends on Boxing Day for their annual Christmas recovery gathering. It is a day of sharing leftovers, discussion of the past year, kids happily playing together while adults eat, drink and relax, plus sunset with a view.
As I enjoy the quiet of satisfied children sleeping after an exhausting day, I ponder the odd feeling that it just doesn’t seem like Christmas.
So what do we do with the pain when it won’t stay silent anymore. When it intrudes on your days, nights, and even your happy moments?
It’s becoming a successful focus now, to encourage the passions/obsessions of those on the Autism Spectrum. So I ask: why can’t we do something similar for all children?
One was a book about reconnection, an issue that seems to plague our current society. The other was a biography, which ended up being nothing of what I expected, but was also filled with undertones about connection.
The skill involved in setting down multiple loop tracks in the small pockets of time before the song starts was an astonishing presentation of multitasking unmatched by most talented minds. Never mind the continuous turning on and off of these recordings, plus adding new recordings, in order to piece together the song with fullness that music played by an entire band has. How he remembered when to turn off and on which pedal is beyond my personal comprehension. Never mind that he did this WHILE he performed the song on guitar while singing.