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...It's called The Stuff of Life and it's an OOO memoir about me in relation with a number of "objects" such as antidepressants, sound files and grief.
Imagine Toad of Toad Hall escapes from prison disguised not as a washerwoman but as a jazz-funk bass guitarist. Hang on. Don't. No one wants to imagine that.
I freakin love this. And it was the first thing that summon the Grief, who (it is a who, I feel), the being I call "The Inner Bodyworker" in The Stuff of Life.
So much that it's made it into my memoir with humans in it, Escape from the Morgue. I've written 55,000 words in six days!
See, if you want to cry, always use the major key like the medievals say.
By the time Barbara holds up the sign that says "MUSIC" I belong hopelessly to this video with the ocean coming out of my eyes. Erm, that's in the first frame :))))
Just to make it much "worse" listen to the albeit bad recording of Allan Holdsworth does to this when he's their guitarist for a couple of glorious years (below).
If you want to add to crying thing, just play that keyboard riff so that it's now in the major. Nice one Allan, understated Tim. Then slide it Latin-ly under the tune, a gentle caress. Really really nice one, Allan.
Which enables him and King to have the most wonderful conversation in the last chorus and a new coda...Good Grief indeed.
Concealer
Secret Door
Grief
Teddy Bear
Cowboy Costume
Antidepressants
Train Station
CPAP
Sound file
The brain
Afterimages
Power Station
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