metronomes raze somewhere there must be a musician, a violinist maybe, who was once pressed for time and needed to cram in one last practice before an important exam or audition, so they sat at a red light, or in a parking lot, or they slouched against the side of their parked car, and in the absence of any conventional or adjustable timekeeping device, they played to the steady clicking of their left turn signal (or maybe it was the right one), guided by the sound bound to an amber light moving at the same speed as a human heart at rest. and they gave the best performance of their life when no one was listening but the open road. 220120 ... nr i was supposed to practise with those when learning drums but i rarely did. they were too strict and limiting. i'll learn timing from art blakey and elvin jones and the like, thank you very much. 220120 ... unhinged . the annoying little sibling of musical discipline 220120 what's it to you? who go blather from