"or kid"
I'm one of those people who forgot to have kids along the way, so I've got some late night time on my hands. It just didn't work out. I also don't have to be up at a ridiculously early hour either (tomorrow I do).
Barry
I know what you are saying: for all practical purposes, mine's kind of a very belated afterthought, in fact, and originally not even my personal plan, really -- though now he is. The trouble with not being a fresh dad in his 20s is that it becomes harder for you to ease into the new rhythms after decades of conditioning to those lovely evenings, as well as the fatigue -- you get tired, more so and sooner, from all the little things. So even when you have time, you may be not fresh enough to start something new and start it quick.
And the listening habits change. I've done my share of experimentation and the results aren't necessarily compatible with my own interests du jour. For instance, right now the little boy enjoys mostly Mozart (yap, pop science is right), some Bach (esp. The Art of the Fugue quite interestingly), a lot of pre-20th century concertos for either oboe, clarinet, or flute (so disappointing! and no chamber music either), as well as (and this really tickles my funny bone) Lee Konitz, Stan Getz, and Don Byron of all jazz people (yup, nothing left to doubt here). Admittedly, my method of identifying "enjoy" responses is a bit narrow and potentially open to other interpretations as it's basically based on whether or not he falls asleep (sometimes, whether he stops fussing, but this easily turns into same). Yet I thought the difference between falling asleep to Sibelius vs. dozing off to Mozart's Clarinet Cto (today's program), for instance, was pronounced and not at all about the same thing. Sibelius was clearly about boredom, Mozart about relaxation.
But that's then what you play, too, if you want the kid to feel good (which is always). Most unfortunately, Mahler makes him burst into tears (but that would sort of confirm Adorno's point about GM
), and as a result my daily window of opportunity to sit down and listen to this favorite composer of mine has shrunken dramatically. Mostly, it'll be the past-midnight hours only, but then you tend to fall asleep yourself. And I don't really like earphones anyway.
Luckily, I don't have to get up too early for work, either; unluckily, the boy's best hours are between 5 and 6 am (and those you just don't want to miss as a parent as they are really the cream in your cake. If it's all a cake then, I don't know. Maybe more like rye bread if you ask me).
You can tell that today Mozart with Martin Frost worked to perfection and I have more time on my hands than what I normally do!
PT