archives for Wednesday 23 August 2006
driving into the sunrise, part II
(or, it’s 4:30 am on a tuesday)
Wednesday 23 August 2006 | I like a cookie
Then, when I was 13, there was Maman, the first person to teach me by example that emotions were not only acceptable but useful, and most of all essential. That playing like a metronome wasn’t what it was about. That if you touched a keyboard without showing the dark side of your heart, you left [...]
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