I had a summer job back home driving a beverage cart on a golf course. I can’t complain – I spent hours outside in the sunshine selling beer to golfers. Rough life, I know. Normally while I was out there all I heard were the sounds of nature – ducks, the wind, the occasional large airplane flying overhead (I worked near the airport).
One day my one-ness with nature on the job was infiltrated by a large outdoor music show somewhere in the distance and it’s all I could hear for hours. I can’t imagine what the volume of the show would have been like at ground zero because from where I was, which was a long way from where the party was, the bass was thumping through me and the music was clear as day. The genres weren’t even my first choice of what I would listen to – drum & bass, dubstep, hip hop – but I was thoroughly enjoying the break in the monotony of the usual silence.
Of course, the first thing that came to my mind was Jamaica – a land where music is part of the air. You can’t go anywhere (not even to a remote location in the Blue Mountains) without hearing music riding the wind. It got me to thinking about the happiness and “livity” of Jamaican people. There’s never NO music in Jamaica and I quite like it that way. Their lives have a soundtrack every single minute of every day versus our very quiet and sterile lives back home. On the golf course 90% of golfers were complaining about the music and I had to disagree with them.
I spend hours sitting on my patio at home enjoying coffee or the occasional rum drink in the sunshine and all I hear outside is the wind blowing and kids off in the distance. Yet any time I’ve retreated to or lived in Jamaica I’m awakened very early every morning by music from across the yard, across the street or in a passing car.
Perhaps this is why North Americans are so uptight and have to fly away to Jamaica to get their groove back. What do you think?