Day 20
rhythm
I’ve been listening to R&B for the last couple of hours, nodding my head in time to whatever the beat is, while I cook, draw, scan Instagram, etc. I keep thinking “that beat though!”
Music has always been a passion of mine. I spent so much of my youth listening to it, playing it, singing, dancing. A good beat has always been the basis for my best moods. I’m sure you know what I mean. (And if you don’t, crawl out from under that rock and tune in.) R&B in particular moves me in this way that both motivates me and makes me feel like slowing down. The beat falls slow, dragging a bit, like an undercurrent. It’s sexy, gets into your hips and you close your eyes, just so you can feel it a bit deeper.
Rhythm is so important in music; as it is in life. We create rhythm everywhere with or without the music. We are creatures of order, and the beat is order. We are also creatures of creativity, so sometimes the beat is complex—syncopations and strange signatures—hence the phrase, “dances to her own drum.” These days the rhythm of my life is definitely slow, definitely R&B or a country ballad. My beat is slow, dragging slightly; and I’m diggin’ it. Usually I’m tap dancing around two jobs instead of swaying barefoot through the kitchen like I have all the time in the world. Can’t say I miss my tap shoes.
