Bach and Yoga

I watched the Jack Kevorkian movie and really began to like the guy. A man with conviction always gets me. His love of Bach really got me thinking: being a musician, I thought at one point I would get into classical music. But it just hasn’t happened. Maybe it’s the stuffiness around it. I’m sure that running with Beethoven or Bach in their day would be cool and full of genius fun. But in this day and age it just seems like some old shit people listen to so they feel cultured. Certainly very few — Frank Zappa – are writing anything new in the classical world unless you count soundtrack music (scores) which is limited at best.

So I go to the library and grab a CD of Bach chamber music. I decide to listen to it while I do yoga. It’s been cold lately and I don’t care for that so I turn up the heat. I like my place warm whether I’m doing yoga or not. I like to walk around with my socks off for sure. Some might call that not eco-friendly (not the socks off but the heat up). But I’ve also had someone tell me that my obsession with turning the lights off when I’m not using them is “poverty consciousness”. I can’t win. I told them my father would charge me a dime every time he caught me leaving a light on in a room I wasn’t in. I would lie and say I was going right back into the room. But he never bought it.

So anyway, my place is warm if it’s my choice, and it is. Not always, but often I do yoga just in my underwear. When I’m alone. It just works for me. So I have my Bach CD, I turn it on and strip down to my red supermanish underwear and start primary series. The Bach is pretty cool and I’m getting deep into the practice. Way down the rabbit hole.

Suddenly I see a bright light and then I see God. God has 108 faces: Shiva, Ganesha, Mohammad, Jesus etc. And they are all looking at me as one. Then all the mouths on all the faces open and speak but I hear it as the voice of the Wicked Witch of the West from The Wizard of Oz and she’s saying, “Your hamstrings are so tight!” It’s in the same voice I remembered her saying, “and your little dog too”. Then a voice from 108 faces of god comes again but this time it’s the voice of Jimi Hendrix and he’s saying, “Ahhh… Bach.”

When I told Nancy this story she laughed until kombucha came out of her nose. She said I should share this story with all of you but that I should leave out the part were I wake up in savasana in a puddle of my own kombucha.

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1 Comment

  1. Nancy said,

    May 20, 2010 at 7:43 pm

    That’s some good leavin’ it out, boy.


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