Last wednesday I went on a trip to NYC. The group took a tour of Central Park (well, about 1/5 of it, it's so big!) with a really awesome tour guide who knew all about the real history behind the park that you don't normally hear/read about. I had some paper and a pen with me and I wrote down a lot of things he said and a lot of things I saw around me.

While on a bathroom break, I looked down a set of stairs at the park and there was a man playing the standup bass. I went down to listen to him. No one else was around and he turned to me and played solely to me. It was such a beautiful experience. After a song, I talked to him and asked him how long he's been playing. He said, in a cute foreign accent, that he's played for 40 years. It made me think about my life and how important music is to me. I want to be able to say, thirty five years from now, that I've played the guitar for 40 years to some random girl in Central Park.