tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23944125247704468162011-04-21T14:38:58.114-07:00songdoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14535461091293348804noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2394412524770446816.post-33936576327189536732008-02-07T12:17:00.000-08:002008-02-12T17:02:14.367-08:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UWQFqhJY548/R7IyiYtg5jI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fdZMT3GwzpI/s1600-h/piano+kid.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166247288877671986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UWQFqhJY548/R7IyiYtg5jI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fdZMT3GwzpI/s320/piano+kid.jpg" border="0" /></a>What a cute kid! My mom tells me I would sit at the piano and play and sing what sounded like real music. I remember making up harmony parts to the old hymns in the Methodist church we attended when I was but a wee lad. I especially liked the "amen" at the end of every song. I would doodle ad libs all over it. I love to make music, improvise in it, participate with it. Songs are in everything I see, everything I do. My mind is always writing the soundtrack of the BIG show- daily life. It's in me. Squeeze me and notes ooze out of every pore...hhmmm, gross. Anyway, music has been veddy veddy good to me.<br /><br />I like to think about the Sound Of Heaven. I like to think it can be heard when I sing and play my songs. I wonder if the little boy in the picture could hear the Sound in my music? Sometimes, when I'm really still, I can hear him singing a celestial hymn. It sounds like Heaven. And he still ends it with "amen".<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2394412524770446816-3393657632718953673?l=songdogblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>songdoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14535461091293348804noreply@blogger.com10