hemorrhage raze "you're as natural a musician as i've ever known," he said. "and i've known a lot of them. you just need to get back into it. get something going. sit down at the piano and bleed all over the keys. that's where it starts." i didn't know how to tell him i never really stopped. it's just that my keyboard has seventy-eight keys now instead of eighty-eight. they're all sharps and flats. no naturals. and where my blood still flows, the walls are already stained with so much of the stuff, the music i make is little more than a fresh coat of paint. 230521 what's it to you? who go blather from