I really enjoy quiet.
I know, from John Cage’s work, that there is no silence. But there is quiet. It’s full of sounds you only hear when it is quiet.
This weekend, my neighborhood was not quiet thanks to a rock festival – Boston Calling. The main stage is about ½ mile from where we live. And the headliners were Nine Inch Nails and Metallica.
When the festival – three days long – finally stopped, quiet rushed in and flooded the town. Moreover, it was a holiday so there was little traffic on the street. And no construction work.
What a balm! I heard the wind. I heard the birds. I heard my neighbor’s adorable little girl shrieking with her little friend. I heard the fan in our refrigerator. I heard every click of this keyboard as I type.
I didn’t listen to any music. (During the festival, I cranked the volume on records to drown out the drum hits and bass tones bleeding from the stage.)
Quiet is very beautiful.
It is also where our own music starts. We record at home - we h…
