I was playing music between two of my guitar heroes the other night. One of the conversations led to a discussion of instrument insurance. My friends Margie and Greg Mirken led me to a company that they have dealt with for some time. I have several instruments insured for $250 per year. They are a no hassles group that knows musical instruments (I think they use prudential ultimately). But if you step on your instrument or it is thrown from the plane or run over by your car, they will replace it at retail value. No muss, no fuss. So who are these people? Here they are:
Heritage Insurance Services, Inc.
826 Bustleton Pike, Suite 203
Feasterville, PA 19053
Phone: 1-800-289-8837, ext. 104
Most of us don't insure our instruments for their current value and we rely upon riders from our homeowners coverage to take care of it and then discover it's inadequate and they don't know the value of things like guitars and harps and banjos.
If you're one of those, check out this insurance carrier.
This is not a music lesson piece. This is simply a chance to glean some nice things from music for our edification. I'm sitting here listening to bagpipe music of all things. It's a wonderful combination of visceral connection and anoyance. It simply reminds me how much music shapes my life consciously and unconsciously. So here I will share some conscious observations.
Bob Bennett is one of my all time Christian singer/songwriters. It is his honesty as well as his skill with words and instrument that keeps me coming back to him. Some years ago Bob released an album called Songs from Bright Ave. It was, to a large degree, a cathartic piece in the aftermath of a divorce and other dislocations in his life.
Often I will use a line from his song, "Singing for My Life", as a prayer before preaching.