play piano and guitar the rest of my life even when my band kicks me out for being senile

Oh, yes, what a lovely subject. (No, not AGAIN!) Truly, though, when it comes down to it, music is my breath and my blood. It has literally saved my life, but I’m not going to go to far into that.

Either way, I still want to be able to plink out dinky chords to a Beatles song even when my voice begins to suck and my hands are so arthritic I can only muster to notes at a time.

I want to never be to weak to pick up my guitar, even if it’s just to tune it.

I never want to stop making music, so this is sort of my reminder of that.