The Un-Sung Song
Something new just occurred to me. I’m having trouble putting it into words. It has to do with playing music. Why I never take the lead. I’m a free agent, floating through the blood stream of other people’s music, punctuating it with riffs of harmony and counterpoint.
“B-flat major 7th,” the lead guitar calls over his shoulder, knowing I have no idea what he’s talking about, even while giving it to him.
