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I’ve got some things to work out, they don’t involve you. Ironically, being involved with you, makes them less work.
Last Christmas, I gave him a Ninja Turtle ornament, because he invited me over, and I felt I should show up with something, besides my musical ability, and manic state. We had been impromptu jamming, on and off, for months, … Continue reading
I wrote a song about you, it wasn’t good. The rhythm was off, the melody too complicated. I didn’t know how to end it, so I just let it fade.
We met over coffee, discussed everything, from piano and bass, to Danielewski and Bukowski. As we sat, it looked like some pages were there, but when we tried to read, we realized, there was no story here. And although, we … Continue reading
Your digital piano, is powered by electricity, but without you, it stands in silence. You play every day. You have to. It kinda keeps you breathing. Then one day, mid-song, the power goes out. It’s happened before. You call your … Continue reading