Category: Music
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The Petrification of Fingers
Fisrt he was arifad, he was ptfeierid. He spnet so mnay ngihts wderniong why it wnet so wnorg. So he tpyed snortg. And leerand to witre anlog. And he was bcak. Form Iennr Scape. He jsut tpyed wohtuit a sputid look upon his fcae. He dd’nit need to chnage the look, he d’ndit eevn hvae…
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The Rhythm Selection
Nancy walked confidently across the room, after speaking to the Gatekeeper, who provided his usual high level of security in the kiosk at the entrance. She sat at the bar, waiting to be served; Mimi and Tom were at the far end of the bar, and Denise was talking to Jenne on the stage, struggling,…
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Beating Those Ragtime Blues
Feet tap and glasses clank, tills ring and heads nod, fingers jive and necks bob, empty glasses become full and exchanged for monetary replacement, all in rhythm, out of rhythm and around the rhythm, as Esther Edith and her Ragtime Band play duelling music at differing speeds. The Six Sentence Café & Bistro, full to…
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Serenity and the Rain
As the pianist played, the rain fell. As the rain fell, the thunder sang. As the thunder sang, the lightning danced. As the lightning danced, the pianist played. Thunder and music. Lightning and rain. Harmonious. Togetherness. Nature and sound. Dancing. And playing. Music abounds. In tune. In rhythm. Inside and out. The pianist plays as…
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A Very Quick Dance for Saturday
The rhythm took me one wayMy legs went the otherThe swirling lights were startlingMaking it seem tougherI arched my back in eleganceThrough strains of music loudAnd I don’t think anyone noticedWhen I tumbled to the ground Told you: a very quick dance for Saturday. Posted in response to Eugenia’s weekly prompt, Dance. The picture is…
