Growing up in a house full of little boys meant very little peace. Very little quiet. And very few opportunities to practice the piano. So I spent alot of time up at the Methodist Church in the empty sanctuary by myself. And what started as simply practicing turned into something very sacred. It was so spiritual and uplifting to sit in the silence, which I did sometimes. And then minutes later fill the whole room up with music. I miss that alot. And today, for the first time in a long time, I got the chance to just sit there and play some old hymns and not think about rhyming or songwriting or publishing or who's cutting a record or what kind of record I'd want to make or what I'd want to say. I just played. And it was
heavenly.
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