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My friend Cathy recently had to run out at the last minute to buy black shoes because she didn't find out he needed them for a performance at school until that morning, when he walked into the room with his shoes wrapped in (unfortunately shiny/glowing) duct-tape wrapped shoes.

I wrote her today:

Sherron Lucile Ostrander to Cathy Schmidt Barnes
Just thought you might appreciate the fact that I had to go out and buy Thomas black pants and shirt. He has several black t-shirts, but they all say something clever and distracting. At least he owns a pair of black shoes!

Cathy Schmidt Barnes
Ah, but did you go out to Wally's at 6:30am because he needed them by 8? :)

Sherron Lucile Ostrander
No, it was not nearly that exciting! In fact, it went much smoother than I expected. Remember T has Asperger's, and generally doesn't wear anything with buttons. But apparently this fits in the "costume" category and since he knows he'll rarely wear it, he was more flexible.
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Apologies to those who saw this as my comment to Mara's poll on Music Technology, but as I wrote it, I realized I should put it here, to remind myself of what I've seen change.

God I'm old.

I owned a first version, brand new on the scene, big, clunky, cassette playing Walkman (I think a lot of people who answered that they owned one are thinking of version 2, that was much smaller.  Mine was big, like about 7in x 4in, and blue). I remember the first time I put a tape in, and put the headphones on, and the Walkman in my backpack, and actually tried to walk across campus with music playing in my ears.  It was truly surreal.  I felt caught up in some strange ballet. I couldn't help but impose the rhythm and feel of the music on the world around me.  It took a long time before I was able to just casually walk around wearing the Walkman.  And to do that, I had to at first turn it way down, so it sounded more like something coming to me from 'outside.'  That feeling of music coming from the middle of my brain, combined with trying to move around in a moving environment was, well, surreal is the best word.  Or dream-like.  Or borderline like tripping.  And yes, I'd listened to music through good headphones before. I knew the sound was going to seem to be in the middle of my head.  But before, when I'd used good headphones, it would be specifically to listen to the music.  Sitting still, tethered to a good sound system.   This business of adding a soundtrack to my walking around life -- that was new.

Yes, I owned an 8Track, and yes, I used my dad's reel to reel plenty (my favorite tape was Kenny Rogers and the First Edition).

And yes, we owned a Victrola, and maybe fifty of the super thick 78's.  But it was a collector's piece, and we only played the records for the novelty of it.

Ancient, yes, I am.

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Today while we were out erranding, we stepped into a music store, just to see.  They had penny whistles and a book on how to learn to play.

Remember that every Saturday, most know, Thomas practices/jams with this group of other string players (violins, violas, a mandola, occasionally a guitar or mandolin player).  Last time, the mandola player asked if he could try playing his recorder on a couple of songs, since he'd been trying to learn it recently.  It sounded really good.  So, once again, the folks started bugging me about learning an instrument so i could play with them, since I'm there all the time anyway.  Cello, guitar, there have been several suggestions.  After they heard the recorder, and how it fits in with them, they had the brilliant idea that I should learn a pipe or whistle.  I'm musically knowledgeable, and know a lot of basic music "theory," and they know it.  And of course, they think Thomas couldn't possibly as good as he is if his mother wasn't also musical.  Yeah, right.  I did sing when I was younger, and received compliments, and requests to sing more, so I wasn't bad.  But then, at about 23, I had an accident, and was in a coma with a tube down my throat for 6 or 7 weeks.  It changed my voice, even my speaking voice, and made it hurt to try to sing notes that used to be comfortably in my rage, and I simply cannot shout without my throat completely constricting.  So, other than to babies, and in the shower, no more singing aloud. 

But anyway, today I bought a tin penny whistle, and no, they cost much more than a penny these days.  It's not overly difficult, but there are a few tricks to it to get a consistently pleasant tone.  And my fingers don't move fast enough.  Maybe practice will help.  or not.
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So, I was just musing about the fact that there's always music in my head, and how I so often hear (and sometimes say aloud -- though I've learned not to do that so much in my adult life) lines from songs. It's comforting sometimes, knowing that what I feel and experience must, in some ways be, if not universal, at least not so strange.

Of course, then there are those times that the one line is all I can remember from the song, and I spend the rest of the day hearing that one line or two, over and over, trying to remember what the rest of the song was, or who sang it.

And then, since it's 4am, and life gets funnier this time of day, and I'm talking about hearing things, I'll repeat what I learned from experience one night in an ER:

If you're ever in a hospital ER because you are depressed, and some nice medpro asks you, "Do you hear voices no one else hears?" the correct answer is NOT, "How would I know whether others hear them or not?" HA Psychpros have NO sense of humor.
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I've been listening to old songs that I hardly ever hear. ITunes is great. I has returned to us the ability to buy singles, only instead of just the one chosen single hit from an album, now you can buy almost any cut.

But listening to old songs that you associate with your past, and people from your past is a double edged sword. It makes you feel young again, and brings up memories, good an bad. And sometimes, the really good ones are the worst to remember, because you ask your self, "How did I let that slip away?"

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My life goes on in endless song
above earth's lamentations,
I hear the real, though far-off hymn
that hails a new creation.

Through all the tumult and the strife
I hear its music ringing,
It sounds an echo in my soul.
How can I keep from singing?

. Traditional


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