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Where's the slice for summoning inspiration by bombarding the senses with an endless frenzy of exultation? Or doing various types of surgery on the gear.
A neighbor of mine had a child described as a prodigy. Walking at six months. Reading at twenty months. Read Dante's Inferno at thirty months. Learned to play the piano at three. At eight he was able to diaper himself.
... are you sure the 'crippling self-doubt' slice is big enough ?
ReplyDeleteChild prodigies. OOoooh, scary.
ReplyDeleteFor a neurotic classical musician, maybe.
ReplyDeleteWhere's the slice for summoning inspiration by bombarding the senses with an endless frenzy of exultation? Or doing various types of surgery on the gear.
If you wanna break up a band, ... practice:-).
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The life of an "artiste". Good thing you're loved by all, even if low self esteem prevents the realization.
ReplyDeleteI'd think it would beat the cynicism of being a journalist.
Get well soon!
A neighbor of mine had a child described as a prodigy. Walking at six months. Reading at twenty months. Read Dante's Inferno at thirty months. Learned to play the piano at three. At eight he was able to diaper himself.
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