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3 Ways Jazz Music is Like Parenthood

Monday, March 5th, 2012

15 months.

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.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-cHYXaMCCIo

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Is It A Bad Idea To Drive Your Kid Around For Nap Time?

Thursday, February 9th, 2012

14 months.

Up until last weekend, I wasn’t okay with the idea of Jack becoming dependent on my driving him around in the car in order to get him to sleep.

Though I trained him to sleep through the night at 7 months, he has continued to put up a fight when it comes to daytime naps.

Given that I’m pretty sure I’ve developed a bit of Carpal Tunnel in my left hand from toting him around, I realize the need to give my wrist a rest whenever I can.

So I’m not one of those dads, like this guy I work with, Greg, who will spend hours at a time rocking his son to sleep and keeping him asleep.

Maybe I’m French or something, but I don’t want my son to become physically dependent on me for his naps.

So I figured if I have to choose between him being dependent on me doing something in order to sleep, I’d rather it be of me driving him around the neighborhood. It’s a win-win-win situation.

Jack fell asleep within 10 minutes of riding in his car seat as I listened to the jazz station on the radio. Then, once I heard him snoring, I pulled the car into a parking spot, turned off the engine and kept the radio on.

That’s when I pulled out the current book I was reading. It was Jon Acuff’s Quitter; which between the 4 naps on Saturday and Sunday, allowed me to basically finish the thing cover to cover.

Meanwhile, my wife was able to get some housework done and eventually got some chill-out time; which she spent watching House Hunters on her laptop.

So to answer the question I asked in the title of this… no. Not only is it not bad, it’s good. Really good.

Jack gets a nap. I get to read a book while listening to jazz. My wife gets time to catch up on things, including rest.

I always appreciate our time together as a family. But it’s also important that we all have time to do our own things separately. Win-win-win.

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