new hobby and stacks of previously neglected books filled the void.
What if my obsession with live music also wanes? I attended an average of three or four performances a week during the past 20 years. Including trips to music festivals in Louisville and Chicago, I spent more than 200 nights enjoying live music in 2019. Aside from buskers outside my neighborhood grocery store, I haven’t heard live music in more than four months. The deprivation hasn’t killed me.
Maybe I’ve been going to shows out of force of habit rather than genuine need. I’ll almost certainly be more selective about the performances I attend when it’s finally safe to do so. Besides, the coronavirus has essentially put me out of work. Money’s going to be tight for the foreseeable future. My absence in nightclubs and concert halls won’t be missed, but what will happen if even a quarter of the 150 other people who make up the core jazz audience in Kansas City come to the same conclusion after reassessing their priorities?
(Original by Plastic Sax.)