You know I teach piano and songwriting right? Skype lessons too if you live in Finland. Save more than 99 cents on my Xmas sale. Growing up I heard that my grandfather taught my uncle how to swim by throwing him into the water. That isn’t too unlike how my own teaching work feels. Buy 5 or 10 lessons packages for that special person who needs a teacher ready to engage in variations of sink or swim.
Asked the stranger sitting near me to watch my computer when I went downstairs to pee, she said of course. Later steeled myself returning the corner that maybe I will find her gone along with my computer. Similarly when my little girl hugs me for no reason, imagine a future version that screams she hates me because I bought the wrong sandwich. In recent weeks construction happening at many subway stations. Retrofitted for cards vs. tokens and the ticket collectors bored, distracted often taking smoke breaks. People could just walk right by and if they play it confidently enter free. Some of these growlers testing that theory bear a striking resemblance to me. NFB you rule. Became angry Bob while watching Angry Inuk. The Friday student is making a record though her generation does not buy records. I don’t mind, I trained for this. The new Tranzac manager hears me recording/ fixing/ repeating phrases a million times. Fine tuning small aspects or pitch or timing or harmony. As a result he sings back through the walls new nonsensical lyrics, turns “no jumping off this train” into “no gerbils on this train”. I’m liking that version a lot. Yesterday realized currently without callused fingertips, better make time to scrape them on sandpaper or else be accordion guy for my upcoming show.