I used to be a musician and quite a good one too. The highlight of my musical past, without doubt, was the performance I gave at London’s Royal Albert Hall in accompaniment to trombonist Don Lusher. But even memories of the simpler things are just as vivid; like an impromptu duet, the nerves of a competition, or catching my little brothers humming the bass line to a tune they would never admit to knowing. (The one I’d been practicing religiously all month.)

Molly has been writing about finding the missing pieces - visiting the past and reminiscing on her days as a musician. I guess like her, I just drifted away from music; “Got bored” is the best way I can describe it.

Sometimes I really miss it - all that getting-lost-in-the-moment, being part of an ensemble, harmonising and physically producing one of the many layers that create the piece. It’s very hard to put into words; it’s that tingle that runs down your spine when loud music hits the spot. Sometimes I just need to feel it again. I need to pick up an instrument and loose myself; be part of the collective. But with no instrument to play, I tend to just listen and imagine. Kind of sad, but a quick fix all the same.

I suppose, now that I’m thinking about it, it’s easy to see why I fell into web development. There are a lot of similarities. Like music, there’s logic and precision, and the creativity of colour, shape, layout and mood, and then there’s also the many layers of information that come together to create that unobtainable perfect site.

So maybe I’ve not left it as far behind as I first thought, and one day I’ll fall back into it. Right now I know I don’t have the commitment in me. But some day…