It is a strange phenomenon. This semester I typically run very long days. Classes begin around 9:30, and 3 days out of the week end around 9:30 or 10. I very frequently find myself exhausted at the end of the day, and understandably so. However, I absolutely love it.
I am in school studying music. I love music. I LOVE music. I enjoy all of my music classes, and even my 1 academic class. I particularly enjoy the performing groups I am in. Some more than others. I am in a jazz combo that meets once a week from 8pm until 10. Immediately preceding that, I have symphony orchestra rehearsal from 4:45 to 7:45. Earlier in the day I have a jazz band rehearsal from 1-2:30. I also have 2 other classes that day. Bottom line is, it’s a long day. But it seems no matter how long or rough of a day I have had, I thoroughly enjoy jazz combo. I have energy all of a sudden and the 2 hours seems like nothing at all.
Perhaps it’s the fact that I love playing the bass. Perhaps it’s the fact that I am playing with fantastic musicians. Perhaps it’s the fact that it’s jazz. Perhaps it’s the fact that it stretches me. It’s probably a combination of all of these things. I always leave with a feeling that I can’t quite describe. A combination of satisfaction and peace. Of joy and relief. Of a feeling that I’m glad the day is over, but wanting more.
No matter how long my day has been, or how much I start out not wanting to be there, I always leave very glad that I went. It’s stange the things that music can do…