Posts tagged :P
Posts tagged :P
So i’m currently in my boss’ office doing slides for him and it makes me smile seeing this crappy art on his pc table. conveniently located diagonally across the door. like it’s the second thing you’ll see upon entering his office (after his grandiose, clutter-filled narra-ish table ofcourse) (Taken with instagram)
Matthew Whitaker is blind, but sees music the way others see colors. He hears a song, and can play it just like an artist can reproduce a painting.
He has played at the Apollo Theater in Harlem and at Lincoln Center. He plays piano, drums, clarinet and the guitar. He writes his own songs.
And he’s just 9 years old.
A skinny boy with a wide smile and infectious enthusiasm, Matthew — a fourth-grade musical prodigy and jazz enthusiast from Hackensack — almost never sits still. When he’s not in front of a piano, organ or drum set, he keeps up a steady stream of chatter, mostly about music.
It’s been a long road for him to get here.
Born nearly three months premature, Matthew weighed just over 1 pound at birth and was given a 50 percent chance to live, said his mother, May Whitaker. His mother and father, Moses, did not find out until later that he had retinopathy of prematurity (ROP), a disease that can cause blindness in babies born prematurely.
The family first realized Matthew had a gift for music when he tapped out “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star” on a toy Yamaha keyboard he’d gotten for his third birthday, his father said. This was amazing, his parents said, because none of them had a music background. Matthew had just heard the song and figured out the notes on his own.
Matthew even jokes about his family’s lack of musical skills: “Know what my father plays?” he likes to ask. “The radio!” Matthew even accentuates the line with a “ba-dum-dah” on the drums.
“I listen on my iPod and then I just play it,” Matthew said. “Jazz is the best. I just like the way it sounds.”
Been sneezing a lot this morning that it worries my brain that my nose is ridding it of its neurons.
But on the much lighter side of things, looking at those millions of tiny sneeze particles pausing briefly in midair after rocketing outward which then fall helpless to gravity, raining down a fine mist of nasal delight on my upturned keyboard…is just glorious.
*getting alco-tissue. wiping the keyboard.*
A new allergen? I have no idea.
I need a new bottle of perfume.
Any suggestions? :)