Music and Jaws
It makes me feel less confusion about why all my musical loves fade away. I wondered before what could possibly explain such a thing and I felt almost like a traitor to myself in a way. But now I see that it's a sort of positive thing, with the negative side affect being the gentle yearning for a lost love. Another element of complexity is that fact that I felt a little deadened by the fact that I haven't related to any new (to me, at least) music for quite a time. I suppose now I see music as a little bit of a need (for me - various people are stimulated in different ways) rather than a hobby. I can't force myself to like something, or endlessly pursue the next thing. It's just not enjoyable for me. People sometimes recommend music, but I only fail to care unless I happen to hear and like the music.
I guess it's always been that way. Even when music was abundant, I never sought it out. I just didn't realize it because there was always so much to love. But now I have the idea that music won't be lost on me forever, as I'd feared. It will just get on over to me on its own when there is something available that I need. A few things have resurfaced from the depths of time, namely The Rentals and Frank Black. I can't name why those two specifically, but I suppose I needed them again.
I do love to sing still, even songs that don't mean as much to me... but one of the biggest hits to my happiness has been my jaw trouble which prevents me from singing fully. I can barely physically open my mouth, and I can't seem to get an answer from any practitioners that gives me hope for a good solution. I have to first get out my wisdom teeth before a jaw specialist will work with me, because they are pressing against my jaw somewhat. The next step is for me to schedule the surgery, but I have put it off because it is something of which I am scared. I don't see it as a minor undertaking, especially not after being traumatized by the brain surgery in my past.
But I desperately want to sing again, so please tell me all your wonderful stories about oral surgery is the greatest thing ever. :)
Also tell me if "innumerable varieties" is a proper expression.
And on a third thought, I just want to know that I am still connected to you guys even though I am not really communicative. So if you do still feel a connection, just drop in to say hi. For moral support regarding all the shit you've heard about. So many livejournal friends reached out to me when I wrote about all my ongoing health problems, and though I failed to respond, it made me feel good. Thank you for that. :)
































