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Hooray! I’m a fucking genius!

Okay, I’m calm now. Thanks Paul, I will continue on with this by going to the local library and picking up a few books on the French language.

I like to sing, but I don’t like to sing words that people can understand, if that makes any sense. It has something to do with inner exposure or tainting the music with preconceptions or things that people would read into. I expose myself with the written word and art in general, so I don’t know what it bothers me so. Maybe it’s the intimate nature of a voiced song, I don’t know. But it would be nice to be able to sing in French, especially if I wrote a melancholic melody, but used comedic lyrics that people didn’t recognize as such, unless they knew French.

Which would setup some curious conversations between the few people that would hear it and could understand the lyrics and those that couldn’t.

Why oh why does that idea amuse me so?(that’s a rhetorical question, I think)

Thanks for the encouragement Paul.

Keep on trucking, but watch out for the snow-anthills(there is no such thing)! They come up out of nowhere, I swear they do(no they don’t, I’m making this all up).