12.05.2011


If ever I'm accompanying,
and the singer asks me to transpose one of their songs,
I think I'll fire them.
Transposition is my enemy.
Wait, I couldn't fire the singer
because when you're an accompanist,
the singer is always right.
So I'd have to content myself 
with dancing with rage
and drinking a Starbucks frappe
to make me feel better.
Starbucks frappes make everything better.

Are you still reading this?
If you are,
I heartily apologize.
I don't think I should blog on Mondays.

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