Our 24-year-old and 14-year-old sons are improvising together on the piano.  Talk about an interesting mix...it's actually quite beautiful.  Very emo. Our 10-year-old daughter's voice rang through the house today, catching me quite off-guard with a rousing TV jingle, "Yoooooou can't overlove your underwear!  She did, no lie.  The 12-year old son is getting into the bass guitar lately, and loves to goof around by singing in a deep operatic baritone whatever happens to pop into his head.  It can be quite interesting, as you can imagine.  Then there's the 19-year-old son who shrieks from his bedroom in his best "Coming to America" preacher voice, "If lovin' you is wrong, I don't wanna be right, can I git a witness?"

I'm sitting here thinking about how many CDs I've bought over the years containing the very same music I hear pouring out of our living room on this balmy summer evening.  CDs of instrumental music: $3,942.  Evening at Morisani Hall: $60.  Two brothers bonding over the ivories and learning as they go: Priceless.