The Death of a Music Room

Over the course of this weekend the spare room in our flat, which for the last 3 years or so has been used as my music room, was turned into a proper spare room.  It’s a sad moment.  Many an hour was spent in that room just playing the piano or practicing with the rest of the Kays.   The piano has been moved to a new home in the living room and a proper double bed, built by myself on friday night, now sits where the piano used to be.  It feels kind of weird.  I feel like our flat is a proper adult flat all of a sudden and like things will never be the same again!  It’s exciting though and I am really looking forward to this new chapter in my life.  Things that were important to me suddenly feel less important.  For example,  Samamidon played the Bowery last night and this time last year I’d have been there, no doubt about it! I’d have been organising folk to go with, drinking beer, having a laugh, enjoying the music.  Last night, I didn’t want to go.  I wanted to stay in and despite knowing that all my friends and all the people I knew would be there enjoying themselves, I sat contently, reading a book, listening to good music and enjoying good company.  Not once did I wish I was at the gig.  I got glowing reviews about the evening this morning, but I don’t feel like I’ve missed out.  It’s really hard to explain but the initial feeling of ‘shit, i’m not going to be able to do all the things i enjoy doing’ has changed over the months to become ‘fuck, I’m going to be dad and will have to teach this little person all about the things I love most in life’….and to me, the thought of sharing all the wonderful things in life is far more exciting than keeping them all for myself.  So whilst a music room has died, a little persons room has been born.  And that’s put a huge smile on my face all weekend.