Blog : IT

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5/28/2008 2:56 am

Ah, this is the time of year when my neighbors really get tortured.
While I'm out digging dirt and throwing it over my shoulder, while I'm digging holes and pouring cement for new posts for this or that new project I'm building (I'm planning on another grape arbor this year, after the pretend well is finished), as I'm waist-high in weeds, chopping and yanking---I burst into song. Usually "How Great Thou Art", but often "My Tribute", and sometimes even "Judas' Kiss".
After I'm done with my gardening, I stumble inside, turn on the music, and play my congas to some Christian rock for awhile. Then I hit the piano and sing and play.
There's just something about being out and about in God's creation that makes the music come out. I've also composed about five songs recently. I've written poetry for a long time, but only written music in the last few months. It's fun, but how Beethoven ever did it while he was deaf, I just don't know.
I've asked the neighbors whether I bother them with my music. The only one who ever seems a little bothered is the old guy across the street, if I play the congas in the front yard. He says he can hear them in his house, and he doesn't like that. All the other neighbors say they enjoy it all. So, to keep the old guy happy, now and then, I stuff a blanket in my conga. He told me it's much better now, so I guess it's working.
I'm glad the music doesn't bother anyone. I'd hate to stop singing praises.
How does that jingle go? "It's your thing, it's what ya wanna do".
I guess praising God is just my thing...