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I dabble. I have illusions, perhaps of grandeur. I dally. I have a keyboard in my living room that mimics a grand piano, and I can't play worth shit. I can't quite explain what happens when I hear a piece of music that moves me, many do, but it creates an inner urge to imitate, to replicate, to bastardize and butcher and lay myself out there for the sake of somehow relating to what I've heard and say to myself, and only myself, I understand, I get it, I'm with you.



Jeff Johnson