I’ve known a number of musicians. Hell, I tried to be one in elementary school when the school band will take in absolutely anyone with a half-hearted inclination. Except it requires a linear form of logic and thinking that I do not possess; reading, translating, and doing in a fleeting moment and repeating this for an entire song’s length was far too much for my addled brain to process. Yet, a musician’s relationship to music is odd to me; its analytical rather than emotional. I don’t understand it anymore than I understand making music.
As established earlier, I’m a committed listener. And for me the best music elicits an emotional response, whatever that emotion or sensation may be. Lately I’ve noticed that I’ve had a sense of yearning when listening to a certain selection of my cache. Yet, it’s a really pleasant sensation. It’s not some sense of wretched pining; it’s the feeling of being open to something new, and there is a calm sense of serenity.
I think I’m gay for a guy.
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You mean it's taken you this long to work out? You've been loved up for ages. It's both sweet and sickening at the same time
And you're sure the trumpet isn't a phallic symbol right?
Just sayin..
Homo.
Yep. Super gay.
And no. If we were gonna go phallic with some brass, I would have noted that my instrument of choice when I was ten was the trombone.
I played the cello when I was 10
(insert your own instrument between open legs here...)
Ok, so there was supposed to be joke written between legs and here
I'll get my coat
You're not really a big enough whore to be a cellist.
I have no answer to that
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