Mayn glik hob ikh gevunen ven ikh hob dikh gefunen
I sang this afternoon at a synagogue in Newton and it could have gone a lot worse.
(There are ways in which it could also have gone better, but that's not the point, T. Witt.)
There will be more of this.
(There are ways in which it could also have gone better, but that's not the point, T. Witt.)
There will be more of this.
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Well, since I don't plan to stop breathing . . .
"You're not insane," I muttered into my music, because it was me, the person who A) can't read music but also B) can't, apparently, even recognize when there are three notes in a sequence rather than four.
Dude, if you're going to make musical mistakes, go for the ones that cause your conductors to doubt their mental stability!