Figures
Mmm hmm. I spent 10 minutes of precious get ready for school time sewing a silver button back onto my skirt. Went to pee, hiked up my skirt and a different button flew off. Just goes to show.
The thing about listening to my own music is this, sometimes I purely can’t bear it. I hear every single flat and lisp. (I still lisp quite a bit despite a lifetime of watching it assiduously.)
Other times I’m like “you know this is a goodly collection that I’ll be proud of having played at my funeral”. Which sometimes seems like the only place that I’ll ever have a good sized audience. And a relatively captive one at that.
Sometimes I think “I can be proud just to have written this”, sometimes that’s enough.
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I once witnessed my uncle Charlie doing a home 4 track recording of Garden Party. He was making himself good and crazy but I could tell it was a labor of love.
So many musicians in my family and yet I don't play a note.
I think you should gift yourself music lessons for your birthday. I am really enjoying learning to play piano.
For what it worth, I'm having some of your songs in my head when I'm out and about. That's a good sign.
We do manage a catchy hook every now and then even when it's an anti-hook.
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