So let the music play on
I didn't think I'd ever be able to listen to music again. Through my whole life, music was always a part of everything I did. I listened to music all the time. I played musical instruments and I sang in choirs. I also had a verse for many situations I ran into in life, to the amusement of my partner. I listened to music in the car, in the house, on the go. Everywhere. And I sang, all the time. When I hit my head, the music died. I couldn't stand the noise, the multitude of different sounds coming at me all at once, the shear volume of it. Certain instruments and voices became worse than others. Anything with a strong bass line, or drums, for example was really painful. Brass instruments like trumpets and trombones hurt too. It has to do with the way they are played. In order to make the sounds, the musician has to force air through with an almighty blow, so the sound comes out sharp and loud. For the past four and a half years, I have lived without music. The soundtrack of ...