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by josh2600
1958 days ago
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Chick asked me to sit in a chair a couple feet away from his piano. He stared at me with the a look that seemed to say "whatever you've got, I'll work with it." If I had to imagine how I looked back at him in that moment it would've been the simulacrum of wanderlust and kummerspeck (German for grief bacon). It felt like I was being channeled by a ghost and the chords matched my facade like icing on a cake. Chick played the piano, all I could do was sit there and listen. |
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> kummerspeck (German for grief bacon)
Raises more questions than it answers