With my new JBL earbuds, I am content to sit here all day.
Mr. Neslusan said to make sure I take time just to listen to the music. Whenever I enjoy a really good moment of "just listening," I think about how lucky I am to have known him and learned from him in high school. He only officially taught music, but I
(He went to UMass Lowell and knows this area at least as well as we do. I selfishly wish he'd move back here.)
Chant II alone reminds me of his tiny office, the office of an under-appreciated music director in an under-appreciated area of public education. It was one of the albums always at the ready for musical demonstrations. Before that, the curious cover intrigued me every time I got my CD-club catalog when I was in middle school. I always wanted to listen to it just for its cover.
The music is satisfyingly as curious. My new device blocks out most of the noise around me. I can hear the monks moving and breathing, other people coughing and clearing their throat, and the best noise of all: the pulsing, organic hum of the tape it was recorded on.
Right now I'm getting work done, but I'm also just listening.
And I feel very, very good.