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I was discussing a post, recently, of another blogger.  I suggested some things.  Among them, that the music, sometimes, often, that I play here, is not what it seems.  I suggested I used to music to tell a story, or part of it.  Or to describe specific sensations at various time, though mostly used music as a replacement for words.  While I do not claim that my stories are true, I do suggest they are true enough, and to my understanding... if I sometimes... don't tell it all.

I get the sense that some reading, musical reading, has been happening.  But digging through things haphazardly will not produce a story, only thoughts or moments, in this or that time.  So I set out to make the story.  Mostly using old tunes, ones I have used here before.  Though one new one crept in.  Ah, no.  Not for him.  Just a recap, for myself.  I don't think most of your listen to the music.  As to why music?  That is something I won't share.  And would rather those who know, or know what I said, not to say.

All I wanted.

Things began to happen.

Some of how I began to see.

Some concerns.  Whatever the case, I am not, and never will be, a normal little (or big) boy.

Attempts to gain clarity once things settled.  Counting costs, tallying gains.

In the end, the beginning.  Given a choice others didn't get.


I'm not going to suggest it makes sense, that all I have thought is true... or not.  Not for or to you, to be sure.  Only... that is how I speak my story.  It's not difficult to read music, as a book.  But if you don't know what it is you are doing, it may go far astray.  Well, and figuring out perspective.  Is it me, or what I see in another, a bit of both.  I don't tell all.  Can't.  Won't.  But... that's a brief of the story I claim as my own.  Oh, and... exactitude...  In the second song, the lead is shot.  While I was not shot in the heart to death, my heart did fail.  And, I did die from other things.  Enough of these things, usually, need to add up.  It's in there.