On Being Married to a Musician.

January 17, 2013 in creativity, marriage, music with 3 Comments

I bought him a Hohner Harmonica in G for his birthday with a harp-holder so that he could play it as he strums his guitar, just like Neil Young. He was thrilled with the gift, and I know this because the thing has barely left his lips since he got it. A few days ago I found him standing over the sink doing dishes and practicing “Heart of Gold” at the same time.

It dawns on me, even as I sneak off to the bathroom to escape the shrill tones of a song I can’t recognize, how lucky I am to be married to someone who is so unabashedly passionate about his art.

I am so often self-conscious about my work, afraid of revealing any underdeveloped idea, that I forget that the best way to really learn something is to play it till you know it in your bones, and take joy in the practice of creating.

  • MatthewShedd

    Brilliant! Thank you for sharing this. Now I am going to go write!

  • Heather Burris

    Love it! I feel the same way–my husband is a musician, and is so good at just doing his thing and not being self-conscious about it, the way I tend to be with my writing. He makes me want to be more fearless, more passionate.

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