When the massage therapist who was working on my back muscles asked me what I did and when I said I’m a musician and when she asked me if I liked the music that was playing in the background, the horrible electronic one note generated wash of chords that made crescendos and dissolves slowly, over an over and over – I said yes it’s great because I didn’t want to risk insulting the person who is giving me so much relief. Lying was the right thing to do and then she said, I love it too.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"