Sometimes I drive alone in my car without the radio on…just silence. Silence gives me the space to think - to process - to clear my head. In the three days following my mom's death there was no music to be heard in my house - just silence. We spoke of course, but in between those moments there was silence. On the third day the silence seemed to take over - where it was once needed it was now way too loud (if that makes any sense).
That morning I awoke before anyone else and felt a strong desire to hear The Band. Their music and their voices were the only ones that seemed right. They had always been a big part of our family's musical life, but had recently been played quite a bit. Two months before my mom had given everyone a copy of The Band's new 5-disc set The Band: A Musical History for Christmas.
I put the speakers on low and took in the first sounds I had heard in a few days, and was incredibly comforted. The Band was practically the only music we listened to for the next month.
Last week Levon Helm, drummer of The Band died. I'm sad to see him go, but so grateful for all of the music he left behind.