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28:52 in the can ::

Since Friday I’ve recorded almost 29 minutes of piano improvs. The Voice of Judgement is harsh, with thoughts like “that’s all?!” and “why did you have to inhibit yourself by never sitting down at the piano without having hit Record first, especially when you’re not particularly in shape?” (fear of missing something good? or maybe that’s just practice at having the red light on.)

Listening back now with a glass of wine, I’ve found one bit that moves me. I don’t know how it’s to be developed (if at all) but I’ll figure that out later. I’m just happy to be able to shut up the inner critic: it was utterly naive and uncalculated, and yet it works.

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