Due to being very busy, especially at a social level, which I lost habit of because of the pandemics, I feel very tired lately. I sleep enough, but I do so much that during the day I do not have time for myself.
Recently, I put one project on a week, that might turn into one month break (hopefully no more than that 😬). However, I do not feel like I gained time. It was simply the case of not having enough time to do everything anymore.
I realize that for the last week I ended up meeting with several different people on the same day in different places, which wasn’t something ideal for me even before the pandemics. I get social fatigue quite fast. This is not a new thing. The two weeks before I were also quite busy. The thing is that I had at least the Sunday to myself. This week and for the next two weeks, I will not have any day to myself.
Fortunately, the second work in the project is finished, and I cannot start work on the third until I come back from Sevilla, in the end of May. That’s great. I can do some necessary admin stuff instead 😂😅
So you may be wondering what actually happened though. Well, last night there was a party in the neighborhood. I have Romani neighbors. I am quite set against them as they can be quite disruptfull. Last night was Saturday, but they may have parties during the week also. I heard there’s a tradition to hold special events like weddings on Thursdays. Not sure if it’s true, but it fits the events.
Now, not liking Romani people, but liking flamenco culture might seem odd. If it doesn’t, it should. I get that when the Romani people left India, at some point they split into two groups: one ended up in Eastern Europe and the other in Andalusia, and they have developed quite differently. Amongst other things, Andalusian gypsies weren’t enslaved for 500 years like the Romani people in Romania, even if they might not have been welcomed with open arms either.
However, they come from the same root, and in terms of music, I hear some similarities.
Last night, as I set myself to bed, I didn’t put my ear plugs. Nor did I have the pissed off attitude because I will not be able to sleep with all the noise. I started listening to the beat and played it in my head. No matter the flourish of the rest of the music, the rythm is steady. I fell asleep really fast.
I woke up this morning with this exact thought: what just happened?! I am not the kind of person who can sleep with noise.
Yes, but that wasn’t noise. It was music. And as long as you follow the beat, all is good. I was also in the right state of mind, after two consecutive days of percussion rehearsals and flamenco dance.