deaf music

I’ll wager you have never met a deaf person who loves music as much as I do. Then again, maybe you don’t know any deaf people. Or maybe you do? Or (drumroll, hopeful breath) maybe you yourself are deaf?! I stand by my statement still: I’ll wager you have never met a deaf person who loves music as much as I do.

There are primarily two ways in which us deaf folk connect with music: tonal notes and vibration. My hearing being what it is, I can hear certain notes rather perfectly – and vibration adds to the experience. Dances held for the deaf include a lot of heavy bass, drumming, things that will pass through the floorboards and up through your bones really well. I used to drum myself – I played Japanese taiko drums, those huge ones – and few things in life have ever made me quite as happy as I was when drumming.

Except dance. It it through dance that I become as close as I ever will be to that Source of Love that we like to call ‘God’. It is through dance that I am able to lose a sense of anything that I am other than pure spirit – as we all are, at our core. Nothing makes me physically happier, nor makes me feel more alive.

I don’t dance as often as I should. Who does, really? I am lucky that I have kids – I can turn our music up and dance, dance, dance with them and we laugh and it just feels better than sliced bread.

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Back to being deaf.

Do you remember that George Michael song called “I Want Your Sex”? In high school, my friend’s mother was head-bopping along to it while it played in their car. I was shocked – I mean my Dad flipped out about “Funky Town” and her mom was head bopping to “I Want Your Sex”?! My eyes almost popped out of my head; I turned to my friend with question written all over my face. She said, “she can’t really understand the lyrics.” Still stunned, I kind of nodded.

I’m bad with lyrics, but not that bad. I could at least get all those…. scintillating parts of that particular song.

But now… I wonder if I am going to be that mom, if I’m turning into that mom. Because Micah hears everything – and then all of the sudden, he’ll start singing along, “L-U-V – Madonna, Y-O-U, You wanna!”

*wince*

I might need to either download lyrics for everything I put in the playlists that I put on with him – or just stick to the Carpenters till he’s older (on second thought, maybe not them, with all that “noone ever cared if I should live or die” stuff…)

 

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Meriah Nichols is teacher and artist who lives in a yurt off the grid. She is deaf, has 3 kids (one with Down syndrome) and a lot of chickens. She writes about travel, disability, and getting dishes done. She likes her tea Earl Grey and hot.
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