IsabellaLinton wrote:
dyad, I'm so musically-impaired I don't even know how scales work. It's ironic because there are many musicians in my life, but I've never sought to learn. Your knowledge sounds very impressive!
1. My father used to drive me around our first property on a snowmobile in the winter.
2. My father used to say he wouldn't die until I wrote a book.
3. My father hated the colour blue, and I can't think of a single blue item from our house.
Your words are kind. I am good with theory but just cannot play competently with other people. I'm a slow, deliberate composer who researches and overthinks.
I'm going to say 3 and that your father loved the color blue and had it everywhere.
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