Saturday I hit record on my iphone and started playing our upright, an old piano we adopted from a neighbor about 20 years ago–the tuning’s a bit off, the bench squeaks, and the notes echo off the walls. This piece isn’t a song. It’s just made up as I went along…and you can tell. So, if you want to be in the room with me while a melody flows from my mood and finds itself key by key, creak by creak, where mistakes become inspiration for the next note, press play and listen in.