Monday, September 28, 2009

No alibi

The party is drawing to an end and there's no better way to send — that is, push — the last guests home than hammering out a round of standards on the piano.  Pure Gebrauchsmusik.  As I run out the welcome clock with As Time Goes By, someone grabs my shoulder and asks, come on, Deej, isn't that the kind of music you really wanna write? and all I can do is shake the shoulder free and reply No, I really am writing the kind of music I wanna write...  

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