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the problem with music: a preamble in expectation of a response

I’ve got to put my cards on the table here.  Finally.  I’ve let my collaborator-extraordinaire do all the music-talking, and I’ve sat in the shadows and nodded (frequently without comprehension) and watched — and mostly listened.  Sometimes I’ve even heard. … Continue reading

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