My mind is always silently playing music of some kind in my head. Constantly . . . including first thing every morning while I’m walking with the dog.
To focus this mental playback loop into something constructive, I’ve started humming tunes to myself on the walk. The dog seems to like it, thinks I’m singing for her.
Sometimes this new habit escalates from humming familiar jazz and Broadway classics to composing new tunes. A while ago I started composing in my head a Scott Joplin style rag. (I have always loved and admired Graceful Ghost Rag by Michigan prof Bill Bolcom.)
Back at the computer, here is what eventually came of this mind game:

The dog’s name is Mocha.



