The music saved me
Autor: Jose Henrique Nogueira | Publicado: 2016-10-24T17:26:00-07:00





&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The music saved me




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The&nbsp;call&nbsp;seemed from a pay phone. A&nbsp;female&nbsp;voice said&nbsp;she&nbsp;was&nbsp;on the way,&nbsp;as "agreed". I&nbsp;noticed&nbsp;the excitement&nbsp;in her voice&nbsp;and&nbsp;an unhealthy haste.Taken by surprise&nbsp;by the excess of anxiety I quickly&nbsp;glanced&nbsp;my agenda and&nbsp;told her to come at&nbsp;5&nbsp;pm&nbsp;for the interview.



When&nbsp;my clients&nbsp;left, there she was waiting for me outside&nbsp;the office.



Upon entering, I soon&nbsp;realized the reason of&nbsp;her“difficulty”,&nbsp;in&nbsp;her look&nbsp;and in&nbsp;the&nbsp;broad gesturesexcessively without ceremony,&nbsp;trying to intimidate me. Psychosis, no doubt,&nbsp;as I noticed&nbsp;from&nbsp;the various harassing&nbsp;and&nbsp;metaphysical&nbsp;discourses&nbsp;she&nbsp;“launched”&nbsp;after sitting down.



From&nbsp;Estácio&nbsp;neighborhood,&nbsp;at the age of&nbsp;50,&nbsp;she was&nbsp;short, strong, brunette,&nbsp;and&nbsp;seemed a native&nbsp;from&nbsp;the Hawaiian Islands.&nbsp;She hadn’t a job.&nbsp;I&nbsp;was&nbsp;thinking about how&nbsp;to manage to&nbsp;talk with her&nbsp;politelyand,&nbsp;at the same time,&nbsp;to create&nbsp;a strategy&nbsp;to get into the short breaks&nbsp;she offered in her continuous speech.



As always, the music saved me,&nbsp;and I will tell you why.&nbsp;First, I have to&nbsp;explain&nbsp;that she hasn't had any experience with music when an adult,&nbsp;I mean, to play or learn an instrument,&nbsp;because I&nbsp;noticed&nbsp;her&nbsp;good&nbsp;level&nbsp;of musical culture, as&nbsp;she&nbsp;mentioned&nbsp;Djavanand&nbsp;Ennio&nbsp;Morricone.&nbsp;Of learning, only&nbsp;flute&nbsp;early in life.



I kept searching for the possible dialogue.&nbsp;I kept trying&nbsp;to&nbsp;be heard,&nbsp;and she&nbsp;talking and talking.&nbsp;Tryingto know her&nbsp;history, and she&nbsp;disguising.&nbsp;In fact, everything&nbsp;could be a big lie,&nbsp;a typical&nbsp;fanciful creation&nbsp;of the disorder.



Now and then, flashes of fear passed through&nbsp;myhead.&nbsp;She&nbsp;didn’t&nbsp;let go of that bag, opening and closing the zipper.&nbsp;A knife?&nbsp;A gun?&nbsp;She, very intense.I keeping calm, while&nbsp;still&nbsp;imagining a way&nbsp;to guide&nbsp;the situation&nbsp;and say goodbye politely.



I chose to start by percussion,&nbsp;since&nbsp;she&nbsp;showedinterest&nbsp;in&nbsp;the congas. At some point,&nbsp;her agilitysurprised me. I got the tambourine to accompany&nbsp;her. Then&nbsp;I&nbsp;tried the drums,&nbsp;which&nbsp;she rejected with affection, intense.&nbsp;Drums&nbsp;have&nbsp;this aura of respect for adults. We&nbsp;tried&nbsp;the keyboard. I presented the&nbsp;Cnote&nbsp;and&nbsp;its&nbsp;white&nbsp;keys.&nbsp;Didn’t show interested in it.&nbsp;



The woman&nbsp;told&nbsp;nervously passages of&nbsp;her&nbsp;life, relating them to the instruments. Suddenly, she looked up at the&nbsp;mezzanine floor&nbsp;and saw the&nbsp;monochord table.&nbsp;She asked me to&nbsp;get to know&nbsp;it. I took&nbsp;her,&nbsp;out of politeness,&nbsp;and showed her&nbsp;the&nbsp;tubular bells&nbsp;and the&nbsp;monochord table.&nbsp;She wasenchanted with it.

At that moment, I was&nbsp;calm,&nbsp;in full control of the events.&nbsp;As I said, the music&nbsp;saved me,&nbsp;because, after we played the instruments, everything became more relaxed and&nbsp;controlled.

She laid her head on the table and&nbsp;there remainedfor a few seconds,&nbsp;just&nbsp;enough to be&nbsp;delighted.&nbsp;She calmed down.&nbsp;Then&nbsp;asked the value of my work.&nbsp;Told me she would talk to&nbsp;her&nbsp;mother and call me back. She,&nbsp;that initially&nbsp;was alone, that&nbsp;was persecuted,and everything else reported,&nbsp;now had&nbsp;a mother.&nbsp;All right.&nbsp;I didn’t&nbsp;want to go on to other&nbsp;issues.&nbsp;Justopened the door and&nbsp;the woman&nbsp;left, looking backwards toward me with a slight smile in her lips.

Once again the music helped me, as in other situations in which only the words would not solve. The music does not interfere with the&nbsp;unsaid&nbsp;field –&nbsp;the emotional&nbsp;and look&nbsp;exchanges,&nbsp;the&nbsp;facial expressions&nbsp;–&nbsp;that gives&nbsp;us almost telepathic information&nbsp;which&nbsp;guides&nbsp;us and indicates&nbsp;where&nbsp;we are and&nbsp;the&nbsp;way to go.&nbsp;Cases&nbsp;like this always remind me of my father. One&nbsp;day, realizing that I,&nbsp;as&nbsp;a&nbsp;child,&nbsp;feared a man pushing a wheelbarrow&nbsp;down the street, he&nbsp;approached&nbsp;me&nbsp;and said, "Notice, son. He's whistling. It's all right."



José Henrique Nogueira

Mestre em Educação Musical

Musicoterapeuta

Pós-graduado em Educação

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