Today reminded me why I write songs.
I was on the bus heading out to the farm when a mother and her young son sat across from me. We started talking, and when I mentioned I was a songwriter, she said her son loves music. I decided to play Let’s Drink Up for them — my whimsical little tune about ducks, feathers, and raising a toast in seven languages.
The boy lit up with the biggest smile and listened all the way through. His mother enjoyed it too, but it was his smile that stayed with me. In that moment, I realized again that music doesn’t have to be polished, perfect, or understood by the masses. It just has to connect. And sometimes it connects in the simplest, most unexpected places — like on a bus ride, with a small boy grinning ear to ear.
That’s enough to keep me writing.
