Boy, It's lucky that I didn't post my diary yesterday. Not quite temptation by Satan on Mount Whatsomy, but something close. Like :
"Is song writing the proper concern of a grown man?"
"Why do I waste my time on such feeble witterings?"
"Does it make a difference?" and so on.
Happy New Year at the Vicarage : The Vicarage
But today, in the words of Neil Diamond "I am a believer." There is a necessity to music that is quite beyond me. And yes, some of my feeble witterings would seem, despite my gross ineptitude, to share that necessity.
As a wise man once said "Fortunately, it is not in the nature of music to hide from those who wish to hear it, nor from those who wish to give it voice."
He may regret saying that when he is forced to listen to my atonal humming. .
