I couldn’t decide which way to spell it, so you get both. Grey looks a little more formal for some reason. It also looks a little colder and bluer.

The day hasn’t been all grey, though, and I see sunshine now on the tops of the trees out my window. It’s interesting to live in a hill that extends upwards towards the west because the sun disappears faster on this side of the hill while you can still see sunshine in the valley that is far away enough not to be in the shade from the hill.

I tried to climb a mountain yesterday; looked for someone from my family who wanted to go with me and no one wanted to go. So I decided I’d set out myself, despite my clutch having decided to start slipping more on my way home from work on Friday. About a mile into the trip out I figured out two things; the sun was setting a lot faster than I thought it was, and it was a lot colder outside than I had thought. So I decided instead to just go for a ride, and when I passed a friend’s house, which is surrounded by a lot of woods they own, I decided to stop and asked them if I could just wander around in their woods for a bit. It would be a lot easier to get help from them in case my motorcycle broke down, too ;)

I once listened to a sermon by Paul Washer (need to listen again!) in which he described going out in the woods and calling on God for several days with no food, sometimes crying and screaming at the top of his lungs. These woods weren’t big enough, unfortunately. The mountain might not have been, either.

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I moved a keyboard in my room last week. It’s been interesting to try to apply the same things I’ve learned on my guitar to the piano; playing over modal (mostly mixolydian right now)  progressions in different keys. It does get tiring after a long while though because I start to fall into the same patterns of improvisation. Maybe I need to learn some new scales that can be played over 7 chords.

The sounds I’m making on the piano could be akin to a baby’s screaming and whining, and cooing and all the sorts of noises a baby makes. I don’t know the language well enough to articulate what I feel. If you want to communicate through music, having feeling is not enough. You have to have a voice and know how to use that voice, whether it be piano, voice, or anything else musically oriented. Some are more easily communicative than others.

I cannot imagine what the great composers *felt* when they wrote and performed their music! It must have been so much more indepth than the feeling we get when we read the notes on the page.

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The sun is gone from the trees now.

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