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epitome of incomprehensibility
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A spontaneous avant-garde composition, rather. Notes sounding softly, low to high, as I go over them with a dishrag. Roll over, Stockhausen!!! And Oscar Wilde too... art isn't always useless.
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i get to pay more rent for the studio i teach out of than the studio i live in and i get to dust the piano at work just like i dust the window sills at home. ain't_that_a_bitch (i have written some decent songs on that keyboard though)
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Ha, yeah. This wasn't at home either, but at the hungarian church downtown, while me and some people were doing volunteer clean-up work... The piano was terribly out of tune, but I'd be damned (not damned in a churchy way, as in going to hell, but damned as in being annoyed with oneself) if it didn't leave it at least looking nice. Besides, I'd just been cleaning bathrooms and this was more fun. I don't bother to dust every key of my electric keyboard. I should try to vacuum some of the dust out of the speakers. Although perhaps I've tried it before and it doesn't work. No big deal, that: I'm not a teacher or a performer... hardly as musically knowledgeable as you, I'm sure... I just use it for composing and letting off metaphorical steam.
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don't be so hard on yourself dear. some of the best musicians i've known in my life didn't have the schooling i do, but their ears knew more than i could ever hope to. i am a middling talent with a very high education. and a fucking bum arm. so i try to cultivate little minds and write when, what i can.
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what's it to you?
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