It makes one ask "what is music"? A feel good urge to do jobs we do not really like, Wall Paper, a walk down memory lane, Our phantasies replayed, or like strawberry jam on a warm scone a naughty pleasure. I do not play music in the garden though it sometimes burbles away in the conservatory with the doors open. Saturday started as a lovely sunny day I was outside when with no warning and sun still shining I was hit by hail stones followed be a deluge, that was the end of the garden and at a loss I decided to do some piano practice. a long time not done and for some reason started with Alice Blue Gown one of my old Dad's favourites, followed by Irish and Scottish songs until my Son Landed with long time since I heard you play can you___ and so followed some modern until my wrists hurt and I gave up. I did realise I had a real feel good factor. I have boxes of sheet music maybe I should work my way through it on rainy days.
Being brought up in the big band era the band music is much preferred to the twang of guitars though some of the modern top songs are quite pleasant, at the moment it is music of the night by Webber, his music is testing as it is melodic, everything in five flats and I have to watch it when playing from the sheet music. I guess all those years of playing Lily Marlene to drunk squaddies marred my musical tastes.