Today, my son asked why I haven’t played music in a long time. Now I can’t sleep since it actually bothered me more than I care to admit.
— Ty Martell (@denofmusic) August 8, 2016
I realized the last time I recorded music was two years ago.
This has been the longest time I refused to immerse myself in the only thing that kept me sane.
“Well.” I answered and paused.
“The last two years haven’t been very pleasant for me, Son.”
As memories of hatred, sorrow, heartache, betrayal and grief suddenly flooded my mind.
“You should go play again, Dad.” My son replied.
Then he added, “It’s weird not hearing your music around the house.”
“Maybe I will, Son.” I answered.
“Maybe I will.”
