The Pleasures of Being Human

The other day I was cruising down the I5 freeway going from Seattle to Olympia to visit Jetta, an old college friend. It was a day off. I was free from the job, the hassle of life in general, everything. 

It felt like summer vacation when I was a kid growing up in Pennsylvania. More than anything it felt like I had space— in my mind, in my heart and on the open road.

I was sort of sick of the million songs on my thumb drive so I dug into my CDs and pulled up a band called The Himalyans. Who the hell are they? They are Adam Duritz’s previous band. Adam is the main guy from Counting Crows. I f*ing LOVE the Counting Crows.

On this album you can hear the coming of age of a songwriter. You can hear melodic ideas and lyrical images being tested by a guy who would soon pen songs that would blast across the world. Some of these tunes are absolutely amazing.

I cranked it up. Stepped on the gas.

Every once in awhile I am so blown away by music that it literally rocks my soul, transcends everything. It fuels my heartbeat, open my heart and reminds me of one of the pleasures of being human.

For seven or eight songs in a row The Himalyans rocked me bigtime. With the warm air blowing across my skin, the music cresting through my body and heart, I was free. Really, really free.

I love music and I listen to it all the time. But it doesn’t generally hit me this hard. When it does, it is blessing. A miracle. I want more. I want to remember it. Shine it.

As the tunes begin to fade, I wrote a poem in my mind. Soon after I scratched it in my little book.

 

 

the pleasures of being human

summer. warm, easy. i fly

down the freeway of 

open roads, open windows. the stereo 

answers my prayers. melody, 

rhythm, guitar. the art of timelessness 

—wind on warm skin 

music inside me, blinding me 

with beauty, reminding me 

of the pleasures of being human.

 

 

>>> illustration by megan hills______________

When was a time that music blew you away? What song? At a concert? What was the scene? How did it affect you? What does music do for you?

2017-07-27T11:30:52-08:00

About the Author:

Jeff Leisawitz burns with a mission—to inspire writers, artists, musicians and random creative types to amp up their creativity, heal their hearts and shine in the world. Author. Award winning musician/ producer. Internationally distributed filmmaker. College prof. Photographer. Speaker. Consultant. Not F*ing Around—The No Bullsh*t Guide for Getting Your Creative Dreams Off the Ground is Jeff’s first book.

6 Comments

  1. Lori Davis-Sandoval August 1, 2017 at 12:29 pm - Reply

    I love this Jeff. I love that you are doing this period. This blog, this forum, this” giving a fuck”. Its awesome.
    Music always moving in one way or another, thats what music does, invokes, pulls, steals, begs out of us an emotion.
    I like what you wrote because i try to live every day like that, finding “the feeling”, of something juicy and fun is how i stay floating along in a lucky dance with the universe.
    The days or moments that suck, and now days for me, its just moments…
    Are easily navigated out of either into a neutral thought, meditation, sleep, or just looking for something that makes me laugh.
    We can live happy, create, and plot our course not with just work, but with JUST feeling…
    love,
    Lori

    • Jeff Leisawitz August 1, 2017 at 1:34 pm - Reply

      thanks, lori! yeah, music has always been my heartbeat. sometimes it whispers and sometimes it pounds. and sometimes it kind of sneaks up on you and blows your mind. f yeah!

  2. Nichole August 1, 2017 at 1:11 pm - Reply

    “The stereo answers my prayers” snap, snap, snap!

  3. Kathy Rausch February 8, 2018 at 7:42 am - Reply

    I’ve felt this way many times while driving around in my convertible… the earth is so amazing, the clouds wisping by, tulips, millions of colors of green in the trees, the silky feeling of the air on my skin…

  4. Joanne Healey February 8, 2018 at 9:18 pm - Reply

    Loved the story and experience music the same way. It can always be good, yet sometimes it is highly magical and healing!

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