Ok, so I'll admit, the title is a goofy attempt at getting a laugh in hopes that you might read this. Sometimes I wonder why I do what I do when it comes to music. This is not an attempt to get pity, or what-have-you. Just an attempt to write out what's on my mind...to work it out, so to speak. I have loved music since before I can really actually remember. There was always music playing in our house. My dad had a Conn home theater organ that I started climbing up on and plunking out melodies as early as 4 years old. I started playing the piano and organ at my church when I was probably around 14, I think. Every chance I could get, I'd find a piano and start playing it. My mom got me a small synthesizer for my graduation present. It wasn't the biggest or the best, but it was really cool. And I seriously used that thing to it's limits. It was a little Casio with 49 mini keys. I even joined a band ca...