....nothing changes(Stays the same)

I have been working on learning this song.  Its an oldie but a goodie and when I listen to it I sense the melancholy. It haunts me, this song.  Click the link and go to about a minute into it before anything really happens.... any Pink Floyd fans dont need to be told... its all music.  
  I have to say that being able to play the first half of it after a few stubborn minutes of quiet curses and fumbled fingers was a real thrill. Its not nearly perfect, but I hear the song in what I am doing, and I feel the deep sadness thrumming beneath my fingers and hands and its beautiful to me.
  Well.. less talking... more listening... here it is if you care...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aHN6AViJAvI 

 Im still working on my finger picking skills (What skills? haha... shaddap you!) and I hear this song just about every day as I drive to and from work, and always I think.. I need to learn how to play this song....
  Amidst the learning Investments and struggling with so many other processes and 'book learnin', the last thing I want to do is cram more stuff up in there... but music... well... it lives in me.

  I remember going to the Ballet once.  Only went one time in my life, it was Nutcracker for Christmas, and I recommend it, even though the ballet is not my thing... I have to say that I DID fall in love with the orchestra.  I couldnt stop watching them play in the pit, the near darkness, the true art of the night in my opinion. Such precise movements, and sweet sounds...like waves washing over me, sometimes crashing like the ocean, sometimes gentle like a quiet lake... but always there...  I went away from that evening with a gift, even though it wasnt meant for me... somehow it was given to me anyway. Music just works like that, I suppose, and I love it for it!
  Once my exam is done next week, I will have a few days to sit out on my stoop and pluck away on the old banged up geetar.... maybe I'll learn something new... maybe not... either way, it will be an experience.

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