Dem Bones, #495

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Sometimes I take advantage of my ability to play guitar.  I have been playing since I was 13-years-old, and I can’t really remember those days of not playing.  It is like second nature for me…like breathing.

For the last 8 years, playing guitar is a skill I’ve used for my full-time career of being a music teacher.  Six days a week, I teach for 3-6 hours a day, and so, I am playing for all of those hours in a day, too.  Those 3-6 hours do not include special events and performances or the at-home just-for-fun playing that I somehow squeeze into my busy schedule.

For the last couple of months, I have been feeling a tiredness in my hand as I play.  It is something I have pushed aside and ignored, but suddenly, I have developed big pain in my arm that I know is associated with that tired feeling.  Researching on the internet, I think I have diagnosed myself.  I am pretty sure I have tennis elbow.  There are a gazillion articles online of how guitarists who play often and for a living develop tennis elbow, and I have all of the symptoms.

The articles all say the same thing:  stop playing until you heal.  OMG!  How is that possible?  How could I ever really stop playing guitar?  I can’t even imagine one day without it.  Besides my desire to play, I have commitments and people who rely on me.  What a scary thought that I would have to take a break from it.

So, I am being a good girl…following all of the treatments they tell you to do online:  ibuprofen, icing it, wearing a brace….doing it all!  I’m even working on getting a doctor’s appointment.  I need some serious prayers here though, friends.  Not playing guitar is just not an option!

My song of the day is “Dem Bones,” for obvious reasons.  It’s the perfect song for this blog today.  I’ve grown up knowing the song, but what I didn’t know is the history behind it.  “Dem Bones” is an old spiritual written by African-American songwriter, James Weldon Johnson.  He died in 1938, so the song is really old.  The lyrics are based on a passage from the Bible…” Ezekiel 37:1-14, where the prophet visits the Valley of Dry Bones and prophesies that they will become alive by God’s command” according to Wikipedia.  How cool!  I just thought it was a silly song that my Dad sang in the car on road trips.  HERE is the link to Youtube and to hear “Dem Bones. Enjoy!

Wish me luck, blog readers, as I deal with this bump in the road.  I could use all the positive thoughts as I nurse “Dem Bones.”

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About tucsonsongstress

I am a music teacher for children ages 6-weeks-old - 8th grade. I am also a camp songleader and a Jewish music specialist with and without my husband who is known as Shabbat Scott. We love singing with people of all ages all over Tucson. My "song of the day" idea originally started by playing music challenges on Facebook. I loved choosing songs, and my friends seemed to love reading and listening to my choices. I have decided to continue a daily blog (or as daily as I can manage) and tell you all some stories through some songs that have touched me either in wonderful ways or by annoying the heck out of me. Hope you all enjoy this blog! Happy singing!

2 responses »

  1. Oh my! I can relate as a retired dancer with injuries. But do not worry… You can manage this. Even though you are a busy mom take the time to take care of yourself. I will be keeping you in my thoughts!@

    • Hopefully this is only very temporary, Nancy. I have commitments though. Off to play guitar right now. Sorry you’ve had problems with dancing. I know so many dancers who have had physical limitations from all the years of overuse. It’s so tough!

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