Well, I was going to write about what seems to be the lack of desire for people to really learn how to play an instrument, but instead I've decided to write about a hike I went on the other day.
The last few years I've been looking for places locally that I've never been before. I got lucky and started following a trail that led me to a beach at low tide. Groups of people were tiptoeing around the rocky pools so I went for a look. Colorful seaweed, tiny shells, sea anemones and more. A half dozen rangers were also wandering around collecting things. I talked to a few and they seemed really thrilled to talk about what they did. I was immediately reminded of a good friend who had recently started studying marine biology after a lifetime career as a music executive. It made a lot of sense.
I decided to call an old bandmate to check in. He told me he might not be around in 3 weeks, meaning he had accepted his death. He told me he was going to pass his audio files to me for whatever purposes I wanted to use them. He hasn't been the first one to ask.
So many people have brought their instruments to the studio or left their music with us. Change is inevitable but I hate to see all we've learned and loved be left behind. Maybe a museum is coming, preserving what we can for future generations.