It's time to do some wibbly wobbly tapping of the keys, on whatever springs to mind. It could be anything. The predicted heat wave, which may not materialise at all, the potential of a router in woodwork, the principles of tricking people into doing algebra without even knowing it, 'The Rockford Files', the world being just like a great big onion, and the lovely old Moon spinning around the Earth while slowly slowing down our own rotation. Mutter mutter satellites...
Or it could not be about any of those things. Venice Classic Radio has been playing an amazing amount of Hummel recently, and it can be utterly enchanting. He was a complete unknown to me until a couple of weeks ago, and now is fast approaching favourite status. Hummel may save this last French assignment from complete doom, which would be remarkable. Thank you, Mr Hummel, whoever you may have been.
Piano music has a power all its own, making it the very top of the pile when it comes to classical music, or even jazz and blues. There is nothing as nice as the tinkling of those keys. I wonder how it all began? Did it begin with some primitive form of xylophone, and then somehow evolve into keys attached to strings? However it happened, it was a primal act of genius:
"Excuse me, Son of Torg, but I was just playing the rocks when I fell across the loom, and it made this horrendous noise!"
"Really, Brother of Boof? What happened then?"
"I was chased away by Mother of Snab, who chastised me for messing with her fabric production."
"Sounds like a bad idea. Don't do that again. Here, try this rock. It's got a hollow end."
"Neat! Hang on, I've got an idea..."
"What?"
"What if..."
"What?! What?!"
"I play the rock with the spoons! Huzzah!"
And then the universe sighed, and we all went back to sleep. Oh, and to trick people into doing algebra, you need to begin with number machines, but that's another story entirely...
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