Friday, June 12, 2009

Tap on my window

Music has been speaking to me more than usual, lately. If I take enough time to stop analyzing the vocals and performance by the singer, I actually hear the words and how they are strung together, the way they were meant to be heard. I can hear the word painting, how the music details the lyric until it becomes something other than just sounds. It gives me a new appreciation, I guess.

Audition in three days. I need a pianist.

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