there was a guy who didn’t now how to play an instrument, didn’t know how to make people feel respected and didn’t know how to share. he ran a record […]

When I was a teenager I played hours on the piano and my father would come home from work and watch tv lying on the couch nearby and turn up […]

A man who was very thin skinned had a job where he gave feedback to other people about their creative projects and if they didn’t like his opinions he became […]

the mother of the 3 year old who was bashing the low end of the piano, called out to him to stop playing like that because it wasn’t very nice. […]

The sound of one’s own mind speaking to oneself over and over sometimes seems like a given. Turn it off, listen instead to whatever else is existing around you sans […]

There was a guy who worked as a roadie in the early days. He was a friend of the bass player’s. He liked this position probably because it came with […]

to share the secret is what he wishes and see you turn into goldfishes less life in locked closets, in bolted stalls to grow camaraderie is all to say out […]

there was a guitarist who saw their situation as though constantly thinking about the colour yellow as undesirable, and then they rethought the offensive experience over and over, they felt […]

there was a concert pianist who changed careers and became a page turner so he could get more stage time.

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