It’s nine p.m on this Saturday night and I am sat here at my desk learning how to program (or rather how not to be a shit programmer). Through the walls I can hear my next door neighbour playing the piano and singing something vaguely folksy. In today’s beat driven world permeated with throwaway music created by strangers for the sole purpose of making money it’s astonishingly soothing to hear someone (just next door!) connect so personally with music. I wonder if it was mostly like this back in the 60s.