The First…
…but not the last.
Ambiguity is synonymous with your name, but did it ever hit you that from your lack of resolve and your repose that a sudden influential ism would spring from a stagnant mind?
It always seemed so simple, especially when put into context of your sonata. It sounds like a symphony singing the blues. But when the coda comes we forget our notes and our lines and improvise, we improvise, we improvise.
These don’t really mean much, and aren’t really aimed at anyone. Just my musings and thoughts. blah blah blog.
-Troy
