Day 8

I play a few instruments. Not especially well, but I’ve put enough time in that the output sounds more like music than noise. My tastes for listening to or playing other people’s music run wide. When I improvise or try to compose, for reasons I can’t explain and don’t understand entirely the music that comes out of me leans hard to wistful and melancholic. This bothers my wife no end, and often after half an hour of dealing with it she’ll request something more upbeat. All I know is I don't feel sad while it’s happening; it just sounds right.