I'm a piano whore
I had two meetings on site this morning that went well enough, but when I got back to the office, I didn't feel much like working.
On went the headset, to ease the grinding through of the dreaded email. What did I pick?
Liszt and Chopin. All day.
Jesus-Fucking-Christ do I love this shit. Got me all worked up, in a deranged, Charles Manson kind of way. I am convinced that both Chopin and Liszt were both completely insane, drug abusers and must have been possessed. I felt the urge to tear off someone's head after listening to track 9, Mazurka 4 in B minor. Maddening!
I've never heard such desolation mixed with anxiety.
Liszt just plain scares me. Makes me want to lock myself in a room and bolt it shut for a few hours.
Maybe another round tomorrow.
On went the headset, to ease the grinding through of the dreaded email. What did I pick?
Liszt and Chopin. All day.
Jesus-Fucking-Christ do I love this shit. Got me all worked up, in a deranged, Charles Manson kind of way. I am convinced that both Chopin and Liszt were both completely insane, drug abusers and must have been possessed. I felt the urge to tear off someone's head after listening to track 9, Mazurka 4 in B minor. Maddening!
I've never heard such desolation mixed with anxiety.
Liszt just plain scares me. Makes me want to lock myself in a room and bolt it shut for a few hours.
Maybe another round tomorrow.
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