Random Sports-related thought
Okay, not really.
So apparently it's gonna be Super Bowl Sunday tomorrow. When I was a bit younger, I used to gnash my teeth in disdain at sporting events, and now I just carry with me a quiet indifference with an adjunctive mental nod that people get into it for whatever reason and that preference should be respected (not denigrated).
My special lady friend at the moment is a fan about certain sports, and I mean like back to the root word "fanatic" fan: gets emotional, follows details and knows stats and all that. Her particular niche of expertise is the NBA, and so I've been trying to glean what I can of it. It's still out of my knowledge base though, though I am picking things up slowly. It's hard to keep up with someone who is not only thoroughly invested but thoroughly knowledgeable about the subject. It's not that I'm trying to keep up, far from it, but it still makes one feel a bit overwhelmed.
Anyhow... the whole affair of it being almost Super Bowl Sunday made me think of a few years back, to another Super Bowl Sunday that was spent in the company of fellow gypsy jazz musicians, specifically the group that then called itself The Mezzonians (I wonder what they're up to now...) for a rehearsal for an upcoming recording session. I specifically remember someone asking the group if anyone was into the game et all, and we all as one scoffed in the negative.
Though it seems a prickish attitude to have, though now I'd do my best to not make that my intention, it was sincerely comforting to be among other people who not only liked the same thing, but to disregard another thing in its stead. Tova often bemoans my self-imposed hiatus from the gypsy jazz scene and in a way, she's justified in doing so. I have lots of fond memories playing wonderful songs, meeting great and fun people, and really trying to hone my art/craft as best as I was able, admittedly half-assed as it was. When your enjoyment comes easily when you're carrying out a task, that's probably the apex of existence. And sharing that with like-minded people just adds to that enjoyment. Maybe it's something I need to revisit. Lord knows that itch has been more in the forefront of my mind, now that I've started revisiting a lot of gypsy jazz tracks.
Though I have a wonderful camaraderie with my nursing school friends and am fairly adept at nursing, I honestly get more personal fulfillment in playing music, even though it's been ages since I last touched my guitar (for which I actually ordered some new strings). Of course, that's the curse of being pretty good at stuff and being lazy: the easier things are often the most attractive.
So apparently it's gonna be Super Bowl Sunday tomorrow. When I was a bit younger, I used to gnash my teeth in disdain at sporting events, and now I just carry with me a quiet indifference with an adjunctive mental nod that people get into it for whatever reason and that preference should be respected (not denigrated).
My special lady friend at the moment is a fan about certain sports, and I mean like back to the root word "fanatic" fan: gets emotional, follows details and knows stats and all that. Her particular niche of expertise is the NBA, and so I've been trying to glean what I can of it. It's still out of my knowledge base though, though I am picking things up slowly. It's hard to keep up with someone who is not only thoroughly invested but thoroughly knowledgeable about the subject. It's not that I'm trying to keep up, far from it, but it still makes one feel a bit overwhelmed.
Anyhow... the whole affair of it being almost Super Bowl Sunday made me think of a few years back, to another Super Bowl Sunday that was spent in the company of fellow gypsy jazz musicians, specifically the group that then called itself The Mezzonians (I wonder what they're up to now...) for a rehearsal for an upcoming recording session. I specifically remember someone asking the group if anyone was into the game et all, and we all as one scoffed in the negative.
Though it seems a prickish attitude to have, though now I'd do my best to not make that my intention, it was sincerely comforting to be among other people who not only liked the same thing, but to disregard another thing in its stead. Tova often bemoans my self-imposed hiatus from the gypsy jazz scene and in a way, she's justified in doing so. I have lots of fond memories playing wonderful songs, meeting great and fun people, and really trying to hone my art/craft as best as I was able, admittedly half-assed as it was. When your enjoyment comes easily when you're carrying out a task, that's probably the apex of existence. And sharing that with like-minded people just adds to that enjoyment. Maybe it's something I need to revisit. Lord knows that itch has been more in the forefront of my mind, now that I've started revisiting a lot of gypsy jazz tracks.
Though I have a wonderful camaraderie with my nursing school friends and am fairly adept at nursing, I honestly get more personal fulfillment in playing music, even though it's been ages since I last touched my guitar (for which I actually ordered some new strings). Of course, that's the curse of being pretty good at stuff and being lazy: the easier things are often the most attractive.