It is extremely difficult to reconcile my self-image with a soprano recorder.
Lately, I've been walking around humming variations on nursery rhymes--major, minor, modal, trying to invert, all that fun stuff from music theory.
And it is somewhat easier to do that here than it would be at home--precious few folks recognize "Baa Baa Black Sheep" in its original, let alone inverted minor, form.
Still, there's something disquieting about playing a recorder. Even if it is more conducive to playing in a shared-living facility, especially in the nether hours.
Which is the upshot. And maybe it'll be the enduring image of Thailand.
Blues in the night.
From the ivory throne.
Try THAT with a tuba.
Lately, I've been walking around humming variations on nursery rhymes--major, minor, modal, trying to invert, all that fun stuff from music theory.
And it is somewhat easier to do that here than it would be at home--precious few folks recognize "Baa Baa Black Sheep" in its original, let alone inverted minor, form.
Still, there's something disquieting about playing a recorder. Even if it is more conducive to playing in a shared-living facility, especially in the nether hours.
Which is the upshot. And maybe it'll be the enduring image of Thailand.
Blues in the night.
From the ivory throne.
Try THAT with a tuba.
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