Fucking A. I would go to keyboard school. I just LOVE the piano. Call it piano envy. Fucking stupid dumb guitarist. What was I doing?
Well, I fucked up.
But I'm trying to rectify it. I was just on the piano listening to Peter Cincotti, who is very jazzy/bluesy, and, since my guitar is in the shop, was blasting on the piano (scotch and coke at 7:30 tends to do it to you) but I swear, now I'm not sure if I'm a better guitar player than a piano player. Jeez. Such troubles I seen. I don't have a clue what I'm doing on the keyboard, don't know the names of the notes, same as on the guitar or the bass but my fucking little fingers are the brains. I swear, they take me nowhere I've ever been, and it's quite without my permission.
The little fuckers rule me sometimes.
Yep, think about it. Sometimes your FINGERS rule you, you not them.
Listen to Peter Cincotti if you get a chance.
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