What We Do

Music.
To some a hobby, to some a way of life.

Some people are consumed by music. Eat it, breathe it, live it.
I don't.

While I am music, I cannot abide 90% of the radio offerings. I have friends that turn on the radio the moment they enter their cars and can find a groove no matter what sludge of classic rock is being played.

On my last road trip I took along a dozen CDs and played two of them. But I did play my guitar and heard tunes in the howling of the wind.

I think ads play a huge part in my channel surfing habits that rarely allow a song to go completely from beginning to end. That ad fade in as the song ends cause an involuntary button press on my part.

I compose at a whim. There is something very satisfying in the construction or reception of a new tune. Sometimes it is inspired and just flows. Sometimes it is a construct. Something to be assembled.
Good tools are a prerequisite for me.
The changes to Band In A Box this year were just what I needed to take my use of BIAB from a secondary way of doing things to not only my primary tool but newly infused with that joy of discovery.

I can compose while driving more easily than I can listen to ClearChannel garbage.

Actually, I do not think it as strange as that some people can just sit with any noise in the background and be happy.

While music may be integral to life, some embrace it while others are just breathing in and out.

I get a charge from any exposure. I go to a club, I get the urge. I see a good video, I get the urge.
So the trick for me is to keep the exposure up there. Go to a jam. Walk into a bar. Find a YouTube video.
I'm easy.
Yes, you