Home sweet Home

Before I start playing music, I like to play the song Home Sweet Home on the keyboard.  It is the only song that I can fully play from start to finish on the keyboard, but it reminds me of where I come from.  A Piano salesman grandfather who founded the Harold Wartman Trio and wrote the theme song to the Moncton Hawks.  It also reminds me of my own limited musical upbringing, the dreaded two years of piano lessons with Gerry Robins.  She was fantastic.  I use the word dreaded, because I dreaded having to explain to her each week why I didn't practice.  

Playing the song makes me feel confident enough to sing and play unabashedly.   The song itself is so reflective of me as well.  So many great lines that seem to speak directly to me:

• You know  I'm a dreamer
• My life's like an open book for the whole damn world to read
• Sometimes nothing keeps me together at the seams.
• One more night, and I'm coming off this long and winding road.
• Just when things went right doesn't mean they're always wrong
• Take this song, and you'll never feel left all alone.

Home sweet home.  If I could bottle that sentiment.  My own home on Osborne Street is gone.  What I wouldn't give to take another tour of that place.  Home sweet home, indeed.