My mother always told me I'd regret not learning an instrument when I grew up. But I found more joy listening than practicing when I was young, and live music wasn't something that was really a part of our family. What I mean is no one in my family played.
There is something about "everyday" music that seeps through the skin and into the soul. It bypasses all boundaries and assumptions.
Crooked Still at the Mauck Chunk Opera House
I might not play either, but I intend to make sure the little bear experiences the closest thing to everyday music. So we go to concerts, open mic nights, music in the park. And he soaks it all in. Maybe he'll play one day, maybe he won't. But, I hope he'll always carry music in his soul.
There is something a friend sent to me the other day I know I'll carry in my soul...