The dragon roars from the other side of the canal, startling me from this sketch about something that may or may not have happened. It certainly could have I suppose, and possibly did somewhere.
Another exercise in repetition. Another exercise in repetition. I dream of one day writing a song with no repetitive elements. A song that grows, as Virgil Thomson has said, like a plant, organically flowering from root to stem to limbs stretching toward the Sun. A natural progression that builds upon itself and then takes leave of its previous melody and rhythm.
Today is not that day. The dragon is getting closer….
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alright alright alright!! good stuff, Doctor! Makes me miss home, whether it be the Pt Pleasant side or the Squan side, good memories of squalls, curvy scenery and many a good guy and gal going down…
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alright alright alright!! good stuff, Doctor! Makes me miss home, whether it be the Pt Pleasant side or the Squan side, good memories of squalls, curvy scenery and many a good guy and gal going down…
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Thank you…happy to be your Memory Doctor today!!
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Thank you…happy to be your Memory Doctor today!!
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I personally like repetition in a song – don't swim away from that!
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I personally like repetition in a song – don't swim away from that!
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Okay, I won't. Thank you. Okay, I won't. Thank you.
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Okay, I won't. Thank you. Okay, I won't. Thank you.
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