Thursday, April 14, 2016                                                  8:11 PM

Hope you all got your taxes done—I didn’t. I just couldn’t get off the ground today. Some bad poetry, some bad writing, then some so-so piano. Maybe you did better.

 

On listening to a CD at my computer

Tinny trumpet echoes over bassoon

Bull fiddles thrust a basso tune at the moon

A symphony orchestra beams from my speakers

As I sit at my desk by myself I hear seekers

One hundred musicians from years ago

Play for me under the monitor’s glow

So I’m not really here—not while the note sounds

With music my transport, no trip’s out of bounds.

 

Dear Captain:

Be ready to cast off at first light. We mustn’t miss the tide.

The Harbormaster assures me that no pirate ships have been sighted within the Bay or its environs for several weeks. Nevertheless, be sure that we have sufficient gunpowder (and in water-tight barrels) should the need arise.

If you need me, I’m stopping at the Helm and Anchor. I’m looking forward to our voyage with more than a little excitement, as the map shows signs of great opportunity in Northern waters.

 

So I’m not really here—not while the note sounds

With music my transport, no trip’s out of bounds.

 

Dear General:

Please come at once. Our situation is more extreme than we realized. Supplies are short and the enemy has us tightly hemmed in—I pray this messenger can get through to you. I tell you our prospects are fading and without your help we will not last a fortnight. Avoid the high pass.

 

So I’m not really here—not while the note sounds

With music my transport, no trip’s out of bounds.

 

The MIDI-converter is playing with my head. I just noticed that its only labeled “MIDI” on the B channel, so I switched the piano cables to the B ports and plugged the USB back into the PC—and the darn thing is installing itself. I still don’t think it’s going to work. Piece of junk.

I was right. Still doesn’t record through SONY Music Studio. Piece of junk.