Rule#27: You will never walk away half-way through 'Hey Jude' 7 minutes, 4 seconds. Or in the story of my life, something like 96 hours. What is it about that song that every time it is played I can't seem to turn it off or walk away; it seems criminal, and in my opinion, it should be.

I've been making a CD for my sister (it's her birthday this week) so I've listening to some of my music this week and discerning what to add to the compilation. As I was listening to the finished project just now I couldn't help but think about playing an instrument and the passion that goes along with being a musician. In my short time here I've witnessed and admired all kinds of musicians, from dancehall cowboys like Jerry Jeff Walker to the vocal stylings of the King Singers to saxaphonists in the London underground.

I don't play anything. A friend of mine gave me a harmonica once, but I never let that get a hold of me. Maybe I should. Maybe in this next chapter I should learn an instrument. I'm taking my harmonica with me wherever I go, that's already a given. I'm sure I'll have plenty of time to play. Not learning an instrument feels like something I've denied myself. I would love it if a kid of mine turns out to be a musician. I go to college with one of the greatest musical program in the world and yet I've never attended a program. Shame on me, man. Just another thing I haven't been doing these past few years. Boy as I look back that list is long. I have to make sure that stops happening.  ¶ 5/03/2005 01:21:00 PM