Discovered the reason we have an electric piano. Today, it is hard to imagine that I will ever play anything, but melancholy chords on my 'harpsichord', as the rain taps on our windows and slowly melts the remains of Juno on our little island paradise. I'm pretty sure the 17th century was good to me. Even if I was an inbred hemophiliac, beheaded for loving horses too much, or drown for sorcery, short but eventful lives punctuated by beautiful music and avid reading in libraries with high ceilings and large windows made it all worth while, I'm certain ;)
Master Hero is a huge fan of the Baroque sound himself, and enjoyed improvising into the night. I think he needs an outfit. Channeling messages from the angels on a snow day is the best. Happy Immolc!!! Light a candle in each window for St. Brigid, patron Saint/Goddess of artisans, smithcraft, pregnancy and the hearth. Love lighting fires in the fireplace, but ever notice how quickly real wood burns?
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