My kid announced he wanted an iPod for Christmas. It was my job to fill it. That apparently simple task became an obsession, and then a meditation on what music means to us, and how that changes as we grow older. Plus there’s a fair amount about loss in here, too — I didn’t realize just how much until long after I’d finished writing.
Some pieces have a tougher gestation than others, and this was one of the toughest. But I’m glad I wrote it, and happy to have it out there in the world in case others might like it too.