Hold Everything
I thought at the time
It was something by Debussy
And every day the same tune
Those same troubled places
DAY AFTER DAY!
After a few weeks it was almost maddening
The easy first twenty measures or so went swimmingly
But then…..
But then a modulation
Difficult chord progressions
The patience of the pianist was amazing
Endless calm repetitions for a few weeks
But then!
Then for days that rush through the easy twenty measures
As though the pianist could hardly wait to drive me mad
Oh that relentless hammering pounding
Such extreme petulance
Unremitting fortissimo against those same difficult measures!
At last I could stand it no longer
Murderous with anger I rapped viciously on the studio door
Well let me tell you…..
SHE was the most ravishing………………………………..
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2009
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