Music.. My feel good drug 12:58 PM

I am so grateful for the amazing technologies that have been brought to pass in the last decade! I carry over 100 music albums in my dang pocket that can be accessed in a matter of seconds. I can put in my bass pumping earbuds and crank up my tunes as loud as I want without annoying anyone!
Sometimes I listen to the same song over and over and over and over (you get the point) each time picking out a really cool guitar riff or hearing lyrics for the 100th time but finally listening for the first time. As I sit here in the Orem Institute game room listening to (don't judge) Justin Bieber's new acoustic album, I can't help but feel that if I didn't have music to help calm my nerves I would most likely be a junkie looking for my next fix of some illegal substance. Music is my drug! I would love to be able to make my own music, unfortunately I don't have the time to learn how / practice to be as good as the folks I listen to. Don't get me wrong, I do try to mess around on the piano and learn new tricks, but I want to be so much more than that! I'm glad that I was born with a semi-descent singing voice so that I have some kind of musical freedom. I think that depression comes hand in hand with sickness for me because I lose my ability to sing whatever I want...
I'd love to be able to melt a special someone's heart with music. I once dated a girl that would call me at night so that I could sing to her until she went to sleep. I loved that! Some people might consider something like that a burden, but I found it very flattering that the last thing she wanted to hear before she drifted off into a state of unconsciousness was my voice.
I sometimes play on the piano hoping some attractive young woman will approach me and say "that's not too bad. Can you sing too?" Then with a smooth look (and an optional wink) I say "Sort of, but it's nothing amazing..." Then BAM! start playing and singing and she turns into a pile of mush right behind me. Oooooo.... Got shivers just thinking about it.
I actually made fun of a young man relentlessly for having a similar fantasy, but it was mostly because he was ALWAYS on the dang piano! I never got a turn because he was playing Jon Schmidt's Waterfall over and over jut waiting for Miss Right to come in and use the bathroom next to the piano. He wasn't a singer so I feel my fantasy is cooler ;)