Thursday, June 20, 2013

Acoustic guitar and yoga

In my early twenties, I read an article in a Guitar Player magazine about unfortunate guitarists getting something called "carpal tunnel syndrome." This condition causes pain and numbness in the hands and fingers, and can debilitate a guitarist's playing ability.

I remember how thankful I was not to suffer from that condition. Until my late twenties, that is, when I became a computer programmer by trade. It seemed that my wrists could do one of two things if I was to avoid carpal tunnel syndrome. Either play guitar. Or type on a keyboard for several hours a day, which was a requirement of my paying job.

Many nights I would wake in the middle of the night with numbness starting at the tips of my left hand’s little and ring fingers. If I ignored this sign and continued typing on a computer keyboard for several hours a day and playing guitar, the next night that numbness would be a little higher in my wrist, then my arm, then my shoulder, then my other arm, until I woke in the middle of the night with no feeling in either of my arms. Both, completely cold, clammy, and dead weight. My arms would be paralyzed. I would have to sit up and shake my arms using my torso until they would finally wake up. Not with a tingling, like when a limb “falls asleep” which everyone experiences, but rather they would simply start feeling again. I would be able to move them again.

Take it from me, it is very frightening to wake in the middle of the night and not be able to feel or move your arms. It was strong motivation to either stop playing guitar or stop typing on a computer keyboard for several hours a day. As much as I love the former, the latter is what pays my bills, and is what I chose. Once in a while, I would try to add playing guitar back into my life. I’d try to play just a little bit, adding a little bit more each day, but over and over the carpal tunnel symptoms would reappear.

I've always had a strong interest in Chinese martial arts and qigong, and have studied tai chi, bagua, xingyi, and many qigong forms over the past twenty+ years. I’d also dabbled in yoga now and then, but only in the last couple months have I begun practicing yoga on a regular and frequent basis.

Already, since starting to regularly practice yoga, I can play acoustic guitar again. Every day, my playing becomes stronger. There have been no signs of carpal tunnel syndrome. Knock on wood! I know I shouldn't be superstitious, but it really scares and freaks me out to admit this positive news. I am so incredibly thankful. I sincerely and humbly pray that I can keep this benefit, that I can keep playing my guitar for longer and longer periods of time, and still be able to program computer software because, yes, I've loved computers and computer programming since I was 8 years old. I've loved music all my life.

When I tell people I’m a musician, many times they think that means I’m saying I’m a professional musician. That I make my living making music. In high school, I would frequently fantasize about that, while my parents would gently guide me back on a course to a technical profession. My grades were always high, especially in math and science, and it seemed a natural progression to go to GA Tech and study Electrical Engineering. Actually, I started as Undecided Engineering, but since I had my first electrical set at a young age, I thought electric circuits were fascinating and exciting. Since GA Tech didn't offer a Computer Science degree at the time, I chose Electrical Engineering, since it offered a lot of computer related courses.

I learned to integrate flux capacitance, measure electron and hole flow across doped substrates, analyze stationary and dynamic object motion, build logic gates, code a software compiler, and how to go out drinking too often, skip classes, sometimes drop classes that I skipped too much, and play the “I don’t want to get shafted” game along with my peers, while maintaining a high GPA (mostly due to almost straight A’s in math) and graduating with honor.

When I say that I’m a musician, what I mean is that music is how I think, how I express myself, and how I relate to others. I love listening to music. I love dancing to music. I love playing music. I play other instruments besides guitar. I had to, since guitar was out of the picture for so many years. Piano doesn't give me carpal tunnel symptoms. I've never been as good at piano, but I do love playing it. I picked up other instruments: drums (sometimes causes carpal tunnel), harmonica (my breathing isn't compatible with it somehow), saxophone (I love playing it, but have very little skill and no time to practice now that I can play acoustic guitar again), accordion (fun, but again I don’t play it enough to get very good), singing (usually only to myself), and electronic instruments and compositions.

I've been so happy to play acoustic guitar again. I would like to thank my yoga teachers at Community Fitness. You are all beautiful people and I am beyond thankful for your classes. May I be happy. May I be healthy in body and mind. May I be safe from inner and outer harm. May I live with ease and well being  May you be happy. May you be healthy in body and mind. May you be safe from inner and outer harm. May you live with ease and well being. Namaste.

Sunday, February 3, 2013

This is This

RMS_001 @ 9:00 Tremolo strings, interval leaps

This is this
And this is this
And this couldn't be more this
Than this is right now.
Right here.

This is still.
And this is moving.
And this is as this
As this can be at this moment
Right now.

That is that
That is as that as that can be.
That is as that as that can be
At that moment that
That occurred.

Those are a little confused
And they are affecting others around them.
It's amazing how confusion does that.
Or is it this?

Is this as this as this can be?
Is that thater than that was before?
Are those thosers than those? Were those before?
Are those the thosest those could ever be?


Comfortable Hate


You could say a million ways that
you have changed when you have stayed the same.

You could say a thousand times how
much you care and then you run away.

You could go a hundred places
and to you they would all be alike.

You could stay here in the dark with 
only a faint hope to light a spark.

Get comfortable and don't let go
Hold on fast, resist the flow
Don't worry that you'll never know
You've made hate the status quo.

You might play a game and when 
you win or lose you'll be glad that it's done.

You might search for something and
find out it is not what you really want.

You might turn a corner only to
wish you had gone straight.

You might find out the truth
after it's much too late.

Poem for Mark Nichols

After listening to Mark's post http://www.thereallybig.com/julieandmark/ I wrote him this reply.

Mark. Just finished listening to rest of the pieces on the page. Really great. I love the sense of humor, clever lyrics, outstanding performances. Adequate instrumentation ;) gets the point across. 

Julie Lewis. Wow, what a voice! I find my mouth opening wide on its own accord as I listen, wishing those sounds were coming out of me.

Please accept as a gift this poem I wrote between listening to the songs. There is a reference in it to my favorite rock fable that I'd like to take my boy to see in ten years or so. He's a very sensitive seven year old, so I'm taking it slow while exposing him to my favorite artistic works. Trying my best to let him grow up with a sense of security before he learns too much about the real world too quickly. Kids ask deep questions, right? Luckily he still accepts "you're not old enough for this yet."

We pay with pain in this 
worrisome world shall we 
share it all with our
flags unfurled? We 

play our games, we
name our names, and
it all ends so
suddenly.

It all ends so 
suddenly.

The strife in life can
never by "cured", 
in one word let's
call it "absurd," to

think for a moment that you
matter at all, you 
wonder how long and how
hard you will fall.

It all ends so
suddenly.

Don't'cha just love when the
story ends well? 
It sure beats a one-way
ticket to hell.

Little boys and girls are
failing in school. 
Fate stole their chance to
break any rules.

It all ends so 
suddenly.

Monster on the playground
defender on the right
black hole in the middle
consuming all the light.

A galaxy surrounds it; a
spinning whipping tail
contains a yellow sun with many
folks that aren't too well.

The monster's moving in now
grasping with its claws
ignoring all our protests
disobeying its own laws. The

gravity of the situation
goes beyond control, there's
only one way left to go and that's
down the rabbit hole.


We're given life in this
mysterious world. The
golden trumpet heralding our
flags unfurled.

What lays on the other side is
already there.
This side is what matters now
don't forget to care because

It all ends so 
suddenly.