Imagine our children without the joy of music
Tuesday, June 17, 2014 — Most regular readers of this column already know I’m a great supporter of music programs in our schools and in the community.
I can’t begin to tell you the role music plays in my life. At times it’s totally consumed me. When I quit doing gigs and went to college in 1980 — more than half a lifetime ago — I thought I’d left that behind me for good, and for a while I didn’t play very much at all. I even lamely announced I’d retired from the music business at the ripe old age of 30 when people asked me why I wasn’t playing in the bars anymore.
But then one of my daughters wondered what the band I played in before she was born sounded like. So I tried to recreate that noise as best I could for her on a four-track cassette recorder, and I gave the tape to her as a birthday present. Strangely some friends of mine count those demos among the best of my recorded work. I don’t know, maybe the love showed through.