I was out and about this weekend when I saw a guy pick up a saw and start playing it. It was a spooky, ethereal, otherwordly sound, and I had the means…so I recorded it and asked the guy to tell me about it.
It felt good. I love telling stories, and there is something special about listening to people talk about what they do.
My trombone teacher at UNC-G used to tell me often that we do what we love because we have to.
Now I understand. Thanks, Dr. K!