I’ve recently gotten really inspired to do more with music. Growing up, I always played an instrument – piano, saxophone, guitar, drums, etc. I’m playing drums a lot lately, but I’ve started picking up the guitar again and finding great opportunity there. I’ve also gotten a slight bug to really try and address my singing voice, which is lacking due to non-use and humility. Part of the reason, or perhaps part of the release, is that a friend at work and I got together to jam a little bit at a park with our kids. It was hardly jamming, really, but for two old-ish farts like ourselves, it was quite fun to engage in the musical stimulus. Now we’re continuously bouncing song ideas off each other and talking about the possibility of coming together again – possibly in an open-mic kind of way. As he put it, it would take some time for practice which is not something either of us can dedicate a lot of. But until we figure that out, we’re each dinking around with tunes to build some sort of repetoire. This evening, I played through Howie Day’s “Ghost.” Howie Day is a fairly run-of-the-mill singer/songwriter type (think Gavin DeGraw, Damien Rice), but I really dig the acoustic guitar pieces and mellow singing. At least there’s some probability of my adapting his work to my own voice. I have trouble combining voice and hands (strumming, drumming, et al), so I’m working on that. It’s frustrating, but I can look back over the last few weeks and see that I’ve picked five more seconds of several more songs. That’s five more than I knew for the last three or four years while my guitar rested in a neglected corner of the house.