Monday, March 5th, 2012
No genre of music would serve as the official soundtrack to parenthood better than jazz. Let’s get right to it so you can see what I mean. Here are 3 ways jazz music is like parenthood:
1. It is organized chaos but in the end is beautiful. Jazz nearly defies music theory, as opposed to the “same three chords” concept of rock music.
It’s not as predictable or formulaic as country or rap. In other words, jazz is organized chaos.
Similarly, parenthood contains just as much need for improv as jazz music does.
Sure, you’ve got a general plan of how you want things to go, but until you’re in the middle of it, you may end up not actually breastfeeding or co-sleeping or using cloth diapers.
Being a parent means you organize chaos, everyday. But in the end, what you do is magnificent; even if no one is there to say it.
2. It contains a lot of incoherent babbling. Some jazz contains no singing; some contains wonderful, well thought-out lyrics. But a good amount of it contains scat singing; you know, that “doobidy-bop-bah-dah” stuff, as featured at the end of the theme song for Full House, that uses the human voice as an instrument during breaks from singing actual words.
Need I say more? My son is 15 months-old and he currently exclusively speaks in the language of Scat. I don’t anticipate that changing too much in the near future.
3. It may cause deep thoughts. When I am driving my son to sleep, as I regularly do twice a day on the weekends, I keep the station on 89.5; the jazz station.
As my son finds himself drifting into visions of talking puppies and trees made of Cheerios and Cheddar goldfish crackers, I am also transcending into a higher state.
I think about how crazy it is that I, of all people, am I parent.
As I analyze how I’m already having to set boundaries for my son by firmly teaching him “yes” and “no” it makes me think about how God must know how I feel.
Being a dad keeps me in constant states of deep thoughts. This whole parenting thing is more than just survival of the human race.
Instead, it’s more about me becoming a better person through sacrifice of myself. It’s about sharing my moral beliefs, love of art, and wonder of the world with a soul who I helped bring into existence.
That’s pretty deep, man. Parenting will do that to you. So will jazz.
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