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March 2008 This addresses my "brother", Scott. We miss people, and tend to run into the same kind of art/music/creativity blocks, and have intelligent discussions about them. |
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The melancholy waltz better suits you minor D major with the lights coming down - I forget how to play piano but you feed your guitar notes in the darkness 'til they come back to town. Slick snow oppresses a person that's missing, but we all defy cliche in the subtlest ways: your Renaissance spring the most recent rebellion against triteness but also the hopeless March days. I'm frustrated with image as you are with sound - colors but seven and notes only twelve. New is so hard when you're caught in transition, but it sure fills the time while we're away from ourselves. I'll draw them a picture; you play them a song to show we're not empty and can keep keeping time, but they're blind and they're deaf to the art that is ours until we meet those who our true spring define. |