Post # 2 The rhythm is gonna get you.

Music has always been an important part of my life. My mom used to tell me that my dad would put headphones on her pregnant belly and I would kick to the beat of the songs. I remember listening to my dad's classic rock records as a kid. I have also have fond memories of riding in the car, the radio pumping out Hendrix, Zeppelin, the Doors, Queen, and the Beatles.

I always had an appreciation for music and musical talent. I also had an understanding of the emotional value of music. Not only can a good song inspire, it can also reinforce those emotions that are already present. All of my appreciation developed long before I realized that I actually possessed the ability to make music.

At the age of 18, I began playing guitar. Even with 14 years under my belt, I would still consider myself a "hack". But I can play, so I have that going for me. About seven years ago, I started playing bass for a worship band at a local church. Although I do not get to play as much as I would like, I jumped at the recent opportunity to play with several friends at a New Year's event.

Although I had lost my callouses and had to relearn some basic theory, once I plugged in that bass guitar and began playing with a full band, I was quickly reminded of just how much I love music: listening to it, playing it, and feeling it. Maybe that should be my new year's resolution: to play more often.