cozimjewish:
You cause me to open up, once more. I do commiserate with you in a way. When I was a bit younger, and into learning how to play, I couldn’t rip myself away from the instruments or any other music producing apparatus for a moment. I was totally possessed. I really was. When the Sefira and three weeks period came around, I was a goner. How I counted the minutes!!! (ok, so I cheated a bit, it wasn’t REALLY music, just a speaker vibrating… for learning it’s permitted… etc.) The relief when Lag Ba’omer finally did make its appearance, was tangible. And believe it or not, the absence of music pained me more than the fast of Tisha’a B’av.
My mother (“Mommy”), the tzadekes, had to endure from a whole house always vibrating deep bass, having to bear such ghoulish, meow sounds from another instrument… Her greeting (mantra) to me was always “Froggie.. lower please”. It did help. For 1.57 seconds! (her happiest day was the day I got married, and quiet once again reigned)
<<Mom – NO COMMENT>>
I still LOVE music (all sorts), I “toned down” much.