But Here We Are: Me and…

I feel foolish at bobbing and weaving through the tall grass of music theory, unled and untaught, not glimpsing even sky, much less horizon.

All I would have to have done — note the pluperfect infinitive — is to have lived a different life and gone to music school in it.

There, to be sure, harmony and scale and chord progression are the lingua franca of adepts.

Birds of that feather’s breakneck fluency is ache-making.

All I would have to have done;

but here we are: Me and…

… music-ology, my fugitive friend, my Theo, where my head finds flight and rest, all in one.

(c) 2020 JMN

About JMN

I live in Texas and devote much of my time to easel painting on an amateur basis. I stream a lot of music, mostly jazz, throughout the day. I like to read and memorize poetry.
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