The night before last, I played Air Guitar. Last night, I finally took my little beauty, who's been with me since I was 5, out of its case. It sits on my little Persian rug most of the time, and marks the separation from my sleeping-life and my working-life. When I strummed it for the first time, it sounded horribly out of tune. There's something wrong with the stringing, and I was afraid it would crack under the pressure of the re-tuning. It didn't. Thankfully. But I do need longer strings...
Anyway. Spent a good hour or so listening and playing along to this one piece I absolutely adore, and which I've almost memorized. It's one of those new-age Sitar pieces by someone who, arguably, has the fastest fingers in all of Sitardom, and is absolutely fantastic.
There's this weird healing quality to music that I still don't understand. And it's the combination of feeling and healing that makes it that much more potent.
Found the following on my life twin's blog. It makes me sad. What does it do to you?
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