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No promises here. Just a journey.
"Whether we admit it or not, we circle our wagons closer and closer each year. We believe that he's happy and proud of us and is pointing proudly at our circle. But he's not even paying attention because the wagons are together so tight that he can't get in. Not even on his Harley. But we always find room for other wagons that look just like ours."
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2 comments:
In some ways, this reminds me of Mister Rogers.
I heard this guy didn't know scales or ANY music theory. He didn't play "right". He just played what he heard in his head. His fingering was strange, his intervals were wonky, and pure pianists looked at him sideways--but were in awe.
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