When my Pa got home from work I practiced a lot, but actually I got lost in the music. My Pa would change into his shorts or jeans, get a beer sit down, lay his head back and if I stopped playing he said, “Micki play Greensleeves.” I learned all the lyrics, because sometimes my Pa, he would sing. I loved those evenings.
My Pa went to college on a voice scholarship, he sang tenor, and sometimes I thought I heard Angels singing with him.  He gave that up when the draft came and he enlisted. Gave up his music for this country. Why do we give our music away? Well it’s because although we love it, we also love and believe in something or someone and it’s worth the sacrifice. I was just thinking about that tonight.