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G, D, C, D
The progression that is currently stuck in my head. I can't seem to get it out of my mind.Lil Mel was playing these chords when I was in Kia Maia. He made up a riff with those chords. Now I can't get the riff out of my mind. He played the riff and asked me to improvise with him. So we sat at the piano for ages, playing the same chords over and over again, improvising melodies, for at least half an hour. I have so many ideas for improvisation now. It's all in my head. And I can't stop my fingers from moving. That riff has been in my mind since Thursday.I need a pianoG, D, C, D.Sidenotes:Tonight is my last night in Weir House.Most of my stuff are in boxes now. I dread moving them tomorrow. There are so many stories to tell regarding packing up my room. Most of it involve the antics of my roomate and I. It's so funny to the core. So funny that I'm going to leave to tell the story some other time. Not tonight. It's 12.39am. I just got back an hour ago. Dead tired.I'm going for Student Leadership Conference soon.Labels: musings
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