day 74. Today I’m grateful for music. From tinkering violently on piano keys as a tiny child, through my first violin, memories of my guitars – spanning acoustic, a red and white electric that I’ll never forget and even a brief foray into bass guitar. I dabbled in flute for a brief moment and I dream now of cellos and exotic wind instruments. Music has always been such a huge part of my life. When I’m not playing I’m listening. I play music when I walk, when I drive, when I cook, when I work… anytime I’m alone I’m sewn into my headphones like a safety net, an umbilical cord calling me into another world where I can dissolve into rhythm, into memories, into thoughts, into ideas. In one way or another, music has always been with me and simply a few lines of a song will take me back to the moment it was the chosen one to cycle on repeat, embedding itself into the memories of that time.

day 74. Today I’m grateful for music. From tinkering violently on piano keys as a tiny child, through my first violin, memories of my guitars - spanning acoustic, a red and white electric that I’ll never forget and even a brief foray into bass guitar. I dabbled in flute for a brief moment and I dream now of cellos and exotic wind instruments. Music has always been such a huge part of my life. When I’m not playing I’m listening. I play music when I walk, when I drive, when I cook, when I work... anytime I’m alone I’m sewn into my headphones like a safety net, an umbilical cord calling me into another world where I can dissolve into rhythm, into memories, into thoughts, into ideas. In one way or another, music has always been with me and simply a few lines of a song will take me back to the moment it was the chosen one to cycle on repeat, embedding itself into the memories of that time.

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