Modest beginnings these past few months have been. And though tonight's endeavor was certainly no exception, it was still a step (be it an inch) in the right direction, amidst the sea of ambitious key signature & rhythm changes. Was also sloppily executed at times, with not so much as a ray of hope to occasionally emerge & inspire.
Sigh..."Where's the meaning in my life? Where's the inspiration?"
A flat major. Eeesh. Doesn't feel nearly as comfortable under the fingers as say F Major, "a" pure or harmonic minor, or even D, Dorian. No worries though. As the great Ellis Marsalis once wisely stated, "There are no key signatures, only the key of music." Good words to live by El.
Voice gave out by song #8 on the set list. Stinks. A lingering cold (compliments of one sir Caleb Ward or so I strongly suspect) compounded with asthma would eventually have its way with me. Alas, attenders left with a smile on their face & a belly full of my crock pot pulled pork shoulder & my daughter's brownies, so all was not lost. Getting much closer to moving this venture beyond the comfy confines of my front doorsteps.
Looking forward to that day.
'Til then, polish, reflect, rework, rethink, regroup, & when necessary...(sigh)... rewrite. :0/
As I continue to stress, art is forever a work in progress. The Chessking is certainly no exception to this notion. Sure, if money were no object & time were completely my own, of course I could move mountains more quickly & efficiently...duh. But where's the challenge in that? Eh? ;0)
Exhausted.
Tomorrow evening there shall be a 100 pin bowling wii tournament for three energetic toe heads, with two pups & an infant bystander I've decided, as my hands will not touch a set of piano keys or guitar strings. I'll have my memories of tonight & adjustments to mull over. 'Til then, may your Toddy's be hot & your nasal passages unconstricted. (cough)
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