This is about the squeezebox; this is about tickling the ivories, caressing the black keys, pumping the bellows, and the dirty dirty people who do it! From a girl who has been described in performance as "hilarious" and "with soul", or "Like channeling Dio".
This morning I dreamt of yellow-frosted cupcakes being handed to me in a friendly warm place surrounded by friends. Then I woke up to another dreary day and went back to sleep instead of practicing accordion. Then I practiced accordion until I almost didn't have time to eat breakfast. Then the show I was supposed to play was cancelled because it's too bad a weather for Buster Blue to get down from Reno. Well, just hours of legwork wasted, walking in the rain when I could have been practicing new stuff. Somehow I felt like I was spending time on the wrong things. I'm not wild about being right. Now on to the city and some other pursuits tomorrow at the accordion shop! Onward!
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