Thursday, March 24, 2005
Reverent Repetition but Not in Margaritaville
I have a deep respect for irreverence. I love to read wise ass writers. Elmore Leonard types who champion the smart alec. My blogrolls are loaded with people who make me laugh for their total irreverence. Most satirists can get a chuckle out of me. I guffaw at people who take themselves too seriously. Name the political, religious or business leader of your choice. These days they're all the same thing,anyway. My only totally irreverent song to date, though, is Sister Mary Confusing. I have some others about a well know politician that I'll keep under wraps. But wise ass song writing is not something I want to be known for. I can do Barenaked Ladies covers for that. Oops, but only in an ASCAP licensed establishment. Sorry ASSCAP.So when I pontificate (that's a warning) about the importance of reverence of any sort you know I can only be talking about either music study or yoga. So this is about both. Kind of a philosophical Reese's Peanut Butter Cup. They go better together than you might have thought. And that is one of my favorite food groups.
My yoga teacher's lesson this week has been about the reverence of repetition. That is, approaching each minute movement with total reverence makes for a deeper experience and helps to improve you. Holding this reverence through many repetitions of the same movement must make it more natural to you. The result is advancement to more difficult levels. I go to yoga at least five times a week. Shut up, I'm retired. Had I done it that often when I was still teaching, I might still be teaching. With a smile on my face. But I got out when I felt the smile might be hard before much longer.
When it comes to music, I'm not a quick learner. I'm about one jazz tune away from the short bus. I need to repeat even my own songs waaay too many times to learn them. I get bored with them in the process. This effects my performance if I'm not careful. But now I'm approaching this process with reverence, baby. I'm one reverent puppy when it comes to music practice. And yoga.
I'm gonna get in touch with every cover band I can think of and let them know that by approaching the 12 billionth performance of Margaritaville or Brown Eyed Girl with a yogic spirit of reverence, they can do it 12 billion more times. Or maybe I won't.
posted by Bud @ 7:39 AM
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