Thu, 16 November 2006 the buildings fell down.
before my eyes i saw them.
still i disbelieve.
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I had my weekly gig to play (at the Holiday Inn, where i played lounge music on my Rhodes for happy hour, 6 to 9). It was the week after the tragic event we now call '9-11'. I was in a real funk, and was having trouble playing. The drunks were just doing their 'displacement activity' - getting more drunk than usual. It comes natural to drunks. They're not there for self examination.
I couldn't focus. Everything i played was a bit distorted. This lament came out of my hands, from wherever, and i listened to it many times afterward, trying to grok how the World had shifted, and what could i possibly do about anything. I tried not to become a drunk. Years later, i started this podcast.
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This isn't the original version. {That was played on an out-of-tune acoustic bar piano. I can't find it; the raw CD Master is kicking around in a box somewhere.} This is a redux i played on my Rhodes in May of this year. It's a bit moody, but i hope you like it.
Now, go out and help make the World a better place. Get off the couch, because we're not going to do any good sitting around complaining about what might have been.
~heath
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vainly hoping, against all hope, to change the World (one song at a time), because he read something once which a Playwright had written long ago, "for Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast." (William Congreve)
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the buildings fell down.
before my eyes i saw them.
still i disbelieve.
...
I had my weekly gig to play (at the Holiday Inn, where i played lounge music on my Rhodes for happy hour, 6 to 9). It was the week after the tragic event we now call '9-11'. I was in a real funk, and was having trouble playing. The drunks were just doing their 'displacement activity' - getting more drunk than usual. It comes natural to drunks. They're not there for self examination.
I couldn't focus. Everything i played was a bit distorted. This lament came out of my hands, from wherever, and i listened to it many times afterward, trying to grok how the World had shifted, and what could i possibly do about anything. I tried not to become a drunk. Years later, i started this podcast.
...
This isn't the original version. {That was played on an out-of-tune acoustic bar piano. I can't find it; the raw CD Master is kicking around in a box somewhere.} This is a redux i played on my Rhodes in May of this year. It's a bit moody, but i hope you like it.
Now, go out and help make the World a better place. Get off the couch, because we're not going to do any good sitting around complaining about what might have been.
~heath
...
vainly hoping, against all hope, to change the World (one song at a time), because he read something once which a Playwright had written long ago, "for Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast." (William Congreve)
...
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