If you follow me on Twitter (you should. Sometimes I tweet about smoked salmon.), you would know that I just had the immense pleasure of driving up the east coast with two of my sisters. We visited big cities and little cities and came down via Pittsburgh and Kentucky (the westest bestest part of Kentucky I mean). The trip was filled with laughter and adventure and experiences and frugality and love.
What I didn't realize was the lack of pianos. I didn't play a thing the whole trip.
See, because I'm the guy who doesn't have a single day where I don't play the piano at least once. Who could resist? Certainly not I. So not playing for that long sort of makes me go crazy. Not crazy like "I'm crazy about you.", but crazy like "I work at the post office."
So today I finally sat down on that shiny black bench and told the piano a story. Apparently playing the piano is a bit like riding a bike. The story isn't about the road trip or anything like that. It's just my Tuesday. Today. May the 15th. Nothing more, nothing less. Everything felt, everything seen, everything said, to the best of my memory, on this day that the Lord has made.
So here it is- not perfect. I made some mistakes (yes, you can make mistakes in your own music), but we all make mistakes sometimes. Enjoy :)