For a fun twist, I’m starting my introduction to enneagram musicians with 9 and working down to 1 over the next several months. Stay tuned!
*Research from The Enneagram Institute
“Nines are accepting, trusting, and stable. They are usually creative, optimistic, and supportive, but can also be too willing to go along with others to keep the peace. They want everything to go smoothly and be without conflict, but they can also tend to be complacent, simplifying problems and minimizing anything upsetting. They typically have problems with inertia and stubbornness. At their Best: indomitable and all-embracing, they are able to bring people together and heal conflicts.”*
- “Basic Fear: Of loss and separation”*
- ‘Basic Desire: To have inner stability “peace of mind”‘*
“Key Motivations: Want to create harmony in their environment, to avoid conflicts and tension, to preserve things as they are, to resist whatever would upset or disturb them.”*
Meet Matt Deiter: Enneagram 9 Musician
For those of you who enjoy Pinterest, check out Matt’s board!
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Color: Brown
Instrument: Guitar
Music: Country
Drink: Beer
Food: Steak
Musician: Kenny Chesney
Matt’s book introduction:
A tall, wavy-haired guy sang while he strummed a guitar on the wooden stage. His baritone and animated facial expressions commanded the attention of several giggling girls. Of course. They always fell for guitarists. Why couldn’t someone notice the cellists every once in awhile? At least the guy’s voice was natural, sincere, and, to Jerry’s relief, in tune.
The music stopped, and Jerry turned his head just in time to see the blond guitarist approaching their couch. His stomach muscles tightened. Here to steal his girls.
“I take it all y’all are musicians?” The guy pointed to their instruments, his voice thick with a Texan drawl.
Adrienne flashed him a radiant smile. “Yes, we played a concert earlier tonight.”
He grinned back, revealing beautiful white teeth. “My name’s Matt. Do any of y’all fiddle?”
Victoria rolled her eyes. “I play violin.”
Good. At least she didn’t seem too enamored with suave guitarist.
Batting her long eyelashes, Adrienne placed her hand on Matt’s arm. “I can fiddle.”
Matt’s muscular biceps flexed as he stroked his stubbled chin. “You wanna join me for my next song?”
“You mean improvise?” Adrienne’s face fell.
“Sure.” He waved a large hand in the air. “It’s easy. Just follow my lead.”
Adrienne’s eyes darted between the guitarist and her instrument, a look of uncertainty on her face.
“What about you?” Matt turned to Jerry. “What do you play?”
Jerry jolted back, surprised the guy had taken any interest in him. He tapped his large case. “Cello.”
“Can you knock out a decent bass line?” Matt asked.
“Sure.” Jerry shrugged.
Matt clapped him on the back. “Then why don’t you join us, too?”
Couldn’t hurt to try. “I guess I’ll give it a go.” Jerry peeled himself off the couch to follow the guitarist. Maybe he’d score a couple extra cool points playing with the guy.
The trio climbed onto the stage, instruments in hand.