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The Most Profound...
What's the most profound thing that has happened to you in your 20s or something you've accomplished so far? It can be something you're really proud of. Something that shocked you. Etc.
For me... moving home to the DC area after living in Boston, Ft. Lauderdale, and Chapel Hill NC, following a horrific break up. I had spent years running away from DC trying to find home, and it turns out it was here all along. How hokey is that?
For me... moving home to the DC area after living in Boston, Ft. Lauderdale, and Chapel Hill NC, following a horrific break up. I had spent years running away from DC trying to find home, and it turns out it was here all along. How hokey is that?
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Permalink Reply by Wegrit on -
I broke off my engagement to pursue Prague (which, among other things, was a point of contention.) I have never been happier.
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Permalink Reply by Elizabeth Moorehead-Murphy on -
Ugh that's amazing. Prague is so wonderful.
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Permalink Reply by Edrei on -
So many interconnecting things.
The greatest love of my life broke up with me after I moved to another country to finish my degree. That in turn resulted in me falling back to my life of self-mutilation and a beginning a near-alcoholic drinking phase which cost me a year in university.
A year and a half later, I managed to rebuild my life up by myself and I found someone new in my life that is unique beyond all my comprehension...not to mention now I'm pursuing a post-grad degree.
And it all started with a breakup that nearly cost me my future.
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Permalink Reply by Elizabeth Moorehead-Murphy on
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No it is profound. It impacts you and your life. <3
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Permalink Reply by nicopolitan on -
I have a long anecdote.
Two people in my life died.
One taught me many things and though he was definitely old, he acted my age and strongly reminded me that no matter how much I end up working in the music business, that it is always the music that counts. To play for the sake of playing. It is a language that is at the core of humanity. And that that was the point of jazz - and that the jazz ethic can be applied to any kind of music.
The other was my age, and he lived a life that was green ages before it became an immediate issue, freewheeling enough to make all drama seem insignificant, and enthusiastic enough to cause everyone around him to hurt their faces smiling. He always encouraged my musicianship, loved to spark conversations about different approaches to music, and had some of the most creative ways of thinking about performance and art.
They both taught me that musicianship was not a means to an end. It was not to get your name out there, it was not to make money, it was not to make a living, it was not to make myself feel accomplished for having done something, it was not even the way for me to connect with people. Music was an end in itself. The point of making music was to make music.
I was a musician 10 years prior to these events, and after they had transpired, I became a different musician - and a different person.
And every time I pick up a guitar, pick up drum sticks, write down sheet music, lay my hands on keys, or load samples into a drum machine - the feeling that I get reminds me that I am human more than anything else I've ever known.
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