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.  The fact is, I can’t believe I agreed to this contract we have at all. […]