1988.
Trying to get to sleep.
2am.
At the other end of the house, you hear your son wobble in the side door, home after a long night’s – whatever it is he does.
After a few minutes of his bumping around, you begin to hear music: Instead of going to bed where he belongs, he sits at the piano and plays…
night music #1 [audio:andyliotta_nightmusic_1.mp3]
night music #2 [audio:andyliotta_nightmusic_2.mp3]
night music #3 [audio:andyliotta_nightmusic_3.mp3]
night music #4 [audio:andyliotta_nightmusic_4.mp3]
night music #5 [audio:andyliotta_nightmusic_5.mp3]
About an hour later, he turns in…
Happy birthday plus a bit of Christmas…
(FYI: A CD is on the way, but probably will arrive after Christmas.)