So anyway, I have this old keyboard that I tickle with great frequency. And ...and you (reader) may be wondering about my choice of the word frequency and whether I was referring high frequency wave or whether I meant I play a lot. Well actually I meant both. Which brings to mind a story that I may address later if I remember. (I am not as good at remembering as I would like to be). To clarify, I play very high on the keyboard and I do so whenever I absolutely have to be doing something else.

None of the sounds that I make could be remotely construed as music (as the few who have heard me play have assured me) but luckily I have no one to impress.

Tonight, just before I started this post; I was making some sounds (Note: I always wear a head-set because I fear the knowing would laugh. (laughed with is good. Few things are as pleasing as having someone to laugh with; laughed at (for me anyway) is very unpleasant)

And ...and I am playing a II V I in C (I have not found anything easier to play)

There I was in the grove/zone/etc. (The grove is when there is neither intellectual nor mechanical effort - the sounds just happen)

If you play an instrument you have probably been there. If you meditate you are in the grove when you start to float. In the grove is non-doing. It is called wu wi.

So I am non-doing a II V I in the key of C and I notice that I am playing a B-flat... and I think to my self ...how can I be playing a B flat in the Key of C? I seldom if ever go off key. It hurts my sensibilities.

I look at the keys and there it was... a C7. Drat!!!! That one moment of internationalization and I am out of the grove. I dislike when that happens. I dislike it a whole great big lot....