At the hospital, I have just learned, they offer Music Therapy. By music, I mean random folk singers with guitars. By therapy, I mean letting those folk singers sing, and play their guitars. And by offer, I mean do this without consent, around patients who are too weak to object; many of them cannot respond at all.
These are often people who are about to die no matter what we do. It is one thing to deny them death in peace, or with dignity, at a hospice, while running up an ungodly large bill at what is effectively the public’s expense. But live folk music?
Music therapy.
At the hospital, I have just learned, they offer Music Therapy. By music, I mean random folk singers with guitars. By therapy, I mean letting those folk singers sing, and play their guitars. And by offer, I mean do this without consent, around patients who are too weak to object; many of them cannot respond at all.
These are often people who are about to die no matter what we do. It is one thing to deny them death in peace, or with dignity, at a hospice, while running up an ungodly large bill at what is effectively the public’s expense. But live folk music?
Haven’t they suffered enough?