Struck By A Piano.
I was sitting here listening to Moonlight Sonata a little bit ago. I started to think about random things, which lead me to the realization that no human being can really hum or sing along to the tune of a piano's melody, you cannot copy the pattern of your hands doing two seperate things at the same time creating one unique individual melody that is pleasing to the ears, which lead me to think if I ever did bother learning how to play some sort of musical instrument, it would most definitely be the piano.
However! This then lead me to some random childhood memory of when my Aunt would play the piano, to these goofy little songs she could play, and I would sit there next to her and sing the lyrics to the songs. I favored some little Arabian tune, I can't remember the lyrics whatsoever, I always read them off the paper and it was oh so long ago, but I can recall the melody. I cannot convey that here, sadly. Anyway. I remembered when my Aunt said she didn't mind it so much that I sat with her as she played, as she usually didn't let anyone do it, simply because anytime she messed up regardless of how many times I would stop where she stopped and repeat whatever the lyrics were for the song at that given time. Which she apparently enjoyed for whatever reason.
Anyway, I realized at this point in time that this is some obscenely odd dedication to something that in the end really didn't do much for me at all, I sat and listened to my Aunt mess up on child tunes over and over, I received no money or candy. I was, however, dedicated. Although as some know I dislike my Aunt to a great level unknown to most of my species. I stuck to it though! It was morally sound for a job I took on to do. Lyrics needed to be sang for the song, I did it. Inane, I was 7 though.
In the end this just struck me that as I sit here and wonder why Nick is so weird when he does some of the things he does with such conviction is simply because he's dedicated to the task he has at such a level. Whatever it is he's doing he finds is important. I do petty things still so I don't get fired from a fast food restaraunt and might get me a 50 cent raise, and eventually promote back up to Assistant, yada yada. Anyway. It all summed up for me when I realize how we truly forget our childhood. It's so cliche but I believe it was Marius from Anne Rice's sad little homo tales that said we simply become more ourselves as we age. I was the same way as dear Nick, in some ways. Not that we're cloned souls or anything gay like that, but we have some petty ways of doing things.
Either way, I was just struck by a piano, as I stated originally. It felt like it needed to be thought out in front of me. Now Ave Maria is on, and I have run out of inspiration, and feel I have said my piece.
So in short.
Kiss the rings bitches.
However! This then lead me to some random childhood memory of when my Aunt would play the piano, to these goofy little songs she could play, and I would sit there next to her and sing the lyrics to the songs. I favored some little Arabian tune, I can't remember the lyrics whatsoever, I always read them off the paper and it was oh so long ago, but I can recall the melody. I cannot convey that here, sadly. Anyway. I remembered when my Aunt said she didn't mind it so much that I sat with her as she played, as she usually didn't let anyone do it, simply because anytime she messed up regardless of how many times I would stop where she stopped and repeat whatever the lyrics were for the song at that given time. Which she apparently enjoyed for whatever reason.
Anyway, I realized at this point in time that this is some obscenely odd dedication to something that in the end really didn't do much for me at all, I sat and listened to my Aunt mess up on child tunes over and over, I received no money or candy. I was, however, dedicated. Although as some know I dislike my Aunt to a great level unknown to most of my species. I stuck to it though! It was morally sound for a job I took on to do. Lyrics needed to be sang for the song, I did it. Inane, I was 7 though.
In the end this just struck me that as I sit here and wonder why Nick is so weird when he does some of the things he does with such conviction is simply because he's dedicated to the task he has at such a level. Whatever it is he's doing he finds is important. I do petty things still so I don't get fired from a fast food restaraunt and might get me a 50 cent raise, and eventually promote back up to Assistant, yada yada. Anyway. It all summed up for me when I realize how we truly forget our childhood. It's so cliche but I believe it was Marius from Anne Rice's sad little homo tales that said we simply become more ourselves as we age. I was the same way as dear Nick, in some ways. Not that we're cloned souls or anything gay like that, but we have some petty ways of doing things.
Either way, I was just struck by a piano, as I stated originally. It felt like it needed to be thought out in front of me. Now Ave Maria is on, and I have run out of inspiration, and feel I have said my piece.
So in short.
Kiss the rings bitches.