Listening obsessively to Trios, an extraordinary CD, by a trio made up of Carla Bley, Andy Sheppard, Steve Swallow (piano, saxophone, and bass).  So beautiful...

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I scrubbed floors this morning.  I enjoyed the work but my knees didn't.

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It's a group situation in guitar class this semester.  Am feeling, still, like I've no intention of quitting.  Yet, at the same time, I seem   incompetent, slow and unmusical.  There are moments when I surprise myself, but I have no illusions about my talent.  Thunk, thunk, thunk doth not a song make.

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Besides beating my hands up, guitar is teaching me some things about listening.  And about sound generally.  I mean it's no accident that the chromatic scale alludes to color.

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