@Mithrandir, i am so grateful. Who's been feeding you? No need to answer now.
@Mithrandir , what a wonderful version! One my favo(u)rite songs.
@Mithrandir, your ears belie your mouth, for which i still root.
Breathe easy. It's called "inspiration."
As if you (don't) need it:
The cheesiest of Yes portfolia. But the remdu for the moment.
You don't know how intricate Yes pieces are until you've played them. I have. On a variety of instruments.
Every instrument from flute to church organ.
Working the pedals ate my gut.
What an experience! for someone who plays notes an octave below bass cleff.
For you, Mother, you drove me and Brother for 1,000 miles. We lasted, you didn't:
We were skyed (look it up). Brother survived. I succumbed. To each our own.
Mother did not survive. Not by a long shot. Lost to malignant cancer. I would swear except overlords are watching.
I've spent the last 30 years trying to turn others into her. No such luck.
So far 9 sweethears, 50 years younger, have turned into her. What luck!
"Sweethears" = "Sweethearts"
"I dream about her, even in my sleep!"
The most beautiful woman in the world only feels so around me.
And i don't make it up. She truly is.
Yes, she is beauty beyond relief. Beyond years. Beyond everyone but me. Of all the gals in their 20s and 30s who throw theirelves at me, whom i groomed, i prefer riper fruit.
I've broken more hearts than reached puberty. Now they are (mostly) in their 30s. Hearts of glass.
Were i younger, . . . actually, some call me.
Still, i don't ever, never, want to break a heart of glass.
(And, in case you haven't guessed, i misspell on purpose.)
