| October 29, 1999
There was an interesting discussion on the message boards, earlier this week, when someone posted the question, Would you prefer to be blind or deaf? And why?
I am what is known in the parlance of the message boards as a "lurker" ... meaning that I am more likely to read over David's shoulder than to post anything myself. But I came -->this close<-- to responding to this one. It's a question I've puzzled over myself occasionally, for one thing. I was married for sixteen years to someone who is profoundly hearing-impaired, for another thing, so it's actually a situation that I've had provocation to think about.
Most of the people on the boards chose deafness, citing the fact that you can maintain a more independent and self-sufficent lifestyle as a deaf person than you could as a blind person. That's probably true. David said pretty much the same thing, when I asked him.
The thing is ... I know what my answer would be, with absolutely zero hesitation: I would choose blindness over deafness in a heartbeat.
Because the thought of never being able to hear music again ... for me, at least ... is too unbearably awful to contemplate.
Especially after an experience like the one I had last night.
There isn't a whole lot I can add here, frankly ... except for the fact that I only checked my watch once during the entire three hour concert ...
... that I WEPT COPIOUSLY during "If I Should Fall Behind," LAUGHED OUT LOUD when Mr. Springstone layed down in the middle of the stage and then pulled himself up by the microphone, DAMN NEAR WET MY PANTS when Mr. S. jumped on top of the piano and whipped off his sweaty shirt ...
... and felt ACUTE DISAPPOINTMENT when the third and final encore was over and the house lights came up. In fact, I felt a lot the same way I felt last summer, after we got off the rollercoaster in Santa Cruz: as though I'd been dragged onto the ride against my will, just to make someone happy ... and then afterwards, stunned and exhilarated, stood there asking "How come you didn't TELL me it was gonna be this much fun?"
blurb #1 will go HERE:
i'm writing this during a four-minute *lull in the festivities* on
friday, here at the totem pole company ... i'll post it when i get home
from work tonight. [IF i manage to stay awake long
enough, that is. if you're seeing this for the first time on saturday,
then you'll know i didn't make it. if you don't seen this until sunday,
it means i fell asleep on the bus and i'm on my way to milpitas.] we
got home from the concert shortly after midnight, and then of course we
were too keyed-up to go right to sleep so we layed/laid in bed and
talked about the show for another hour. today i am a zombie ... fueled
by caffeine, candy corn, and the promise of a slow and easy weekend.
self-important blurb #2 -- probably having something to do with the WEATHER: it was HAZY inside the oakland coliseum last night, man.
special *howdy* to: the annoying shlub in the red sweatpants who sat directly in front of us. can you say "butt crackage?"
here's where i'll ask
a *relevant* question:
amazingly profound thought of the day: "Now he's playing WESTERN music." ~ Noisy Stoned Guy sitting behind us, during intro to "Sinaloa Cowboys" ~