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...