I was thinking that musicians are more in touch with their childhood selves than other people. But now I’m not so sure. Perhaps music itself helps elicit that regressive dreaminess, but most anyone can enjoy that, not only performing musicians.

In fact, it can be tough to correlate a musical career, with its politics and clock-punching mindset, with that innate, beautiful experience of music. It could just be orchestral musicians that face that sort of challenge. But I imagine each line of musical work has its own frustrating quirks.

I guess one’s career in general will help dictate whether you can still view life with a rainbow’s perspective. Full of possibilities. A lot of things play into it I’m sure. Family, culture, chemistry, geographical location, world politics, local politics, era. I feel fortunate, if I’m paying close enough attention, to associate with those who can touch their inner beauty and innocence on a regular basis. Not all the time. But who is happy and optimistic all the time? Not me, for sure.