The Night My Father Died: Using Contemporary Popular Music To Help Heal Grief

Contemporary popular music can be a powerful tool for helping heal grief. This essay begins with an autoethnographic case study of my personal lived experience using contemporary popular music to help manage, regulate, and heal the often-overwhelming emotions involved in grief.[1] I will also analyse this personal experience using a psychological framework highlighting the strengths of contemporary popular music for resolving grief.

It has been four years, nine months, and thirteen days since my beloved father died of cancer. He had been ill for three years, so it was not unexpected, but it was and still is a huge shock. Fifteen months later, my mother also died of cancer. Nothing in life had prepared me for the shock of both my parents dying. I feel shaky all day, every day. My head hurts, my body feels tense, my shoulders ache. It feels like a part of my soul was … Continue reading…

Friday Afternoon Music Therapy

I spent this afternoon playing drums with my new musician friends from kirtan, for two different local groups of disabled people. I have never actually played with this group before, so I’m not sure what to expect. Although I’ve been [intlink id=”751″ type=”post”]playing drum kit[/intlink] for a while and used to play tamborim in a samba band, I’ve never played the drums I’m playing today before either (a cajón and a dunun), for more than a few minutes. So really all I can do is wing it on stage in front of our captive audience.

How Hard Can It Be?

How Hard Can It Be?

The first gig is for a group of adolescents with Down syndrome. Despite my lack of practice, experience or rehearsal, they love it. If there’s one thing to be said for people with Down Syndrome, they sure know how to let loose and have a good time. Before long they are up dancing, jiving and laughing, showing far less inhibition than I have. One of the guys gets down on the floor and breaks into a spontaneous rap dance. We aren’t even playing hip-hop. But that isn’t about to stop him. Before long, one of his mates joins him; both of them writhing around on the floor unselfconsciously to our beats.

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