Coffee Log, Year 2, Day 187

Hi.

Coffee:  Maxwell House Master Blend, Office Coffee

I played cello until I was 18. I took private lessons until I was 15. I met my first best friend at an orchestra camp. I met my second best friend in the viola section. I had a long-distance crush on a violinist at All-State. I played oldies at a retirement home so a woman with dementia could dance the jitterbug. Bach and Handel wore callouses in my fingers. I knew what it felt like to rub a bloody thumb back and forth on tungsten.

Today, during dinner, I thought about how long it’s been since I’ve touched an instrument. How every kid has a recorder and you’re only ever educated on centuries-old music. What happens when the lit beacons of old Western empires stop burning as bright? What happens when the kids grow up?

Better music, if we’re lucky. And if we’re not —

Currently Reading: Queen, Suzanne Crain Miller

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Ohh and I’ll just beat you like an instrumental
We go harder than ya’ll

Young Thug, Go Harder than Y’all

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