Panic is...

...let me TELL you what panic is!

(Spell check says I should say "what panic are", but I didn't go through eleven years of A Beka Book Grammar and Composition just to lose my reputation for great noun-verb coordination by deferring to a computer! No, siree!)

Oh, yeah. Panic. I'll start from the beginning.

Well, first of all, as most of you know, I am a member of Chestnut Hill Chapel, a nice little rustic church in one of the prettiest parts of the prettiest state. (That'd be New Hampshire.) I have attended Chestnut Hill my entire life, and it is a wonderful church for many reasons. One of the least important is its tendency to produce superb bloggers. These bloggers include current members such as Bria, Cara, Ryan, Evan, Jill, Lindsay, Susan, Melody, Jenna, and Wesley, as well as former members such as Claire, Liane, Karena, Derrick, Carrie, and Darren.

Back to my story about panic:

Well, since last Sunday was Easter, Pastor Evan asked if our family could do any special music. In honor of a great family heritage of spontaneity, I quickly replied in the affirmative but put off the decision on what we would sing until the night before. By that time some of us had decided it was too late to do anything, and declared that they would not become involved in a musical piece that would bring shame to the S___ name by its obvious want of preparation. (They didn't say that exactly, but I'm using the Dan Rather approach. To paraphrase, "I know that's not what they really said, I know the evidence doesn't exist, but the spirit behind it is certainly, beyond any doubt, true.")

Despite all objections, however, Daddy and I looked through all his music books (I had exhausted mine of possibilities) for an appropriate song that we wouldn't have to learn. We settled on an old favorite: Michael Card's Love Crucified Arose. I'm never quite sure how to punctuate that title, but, as punctuation does little to affect musical pronunciation, I did not panic about THAT. (I'll get to what I DID panic about later.) I looked over the chords and decided to change some of them. Actually, I changed a LOT of them. As a music theory student and ardent fan of frequent and violent modulations, I implemented no fewer than four key changes in a two-verse and three-chorus song: C to D to E flat to F. It was SO MUCH FUN! I've always wanted to sing "Wonderful Grace of Jesus" raising the key one step per verse, but I can rest somewhat more easily having used pivot tone modulation in church by ear!

After the church brunch on Easter morning, Daddy, Ryan, and I went upstairs to practice in the sanctuary. Practice seemed fine, although we didn't do the whole song because people were starting to come in for the meeting. I wanted to check one more key transition before I went to sit down. Wanting to be unobtrusive, I placed my foot on the soft pedal of the piano. As I tried to press it, however, I was perplexed to find that the whole pedal assembly was wiggling more than the pedal itself. "How very strange," were, I am sure, the words which ran through my head. Curious as to the source of the problem, I dropped to my knees and looked at the apparatus. For some strange reason, I decided to press the sostenuto pedal with my hand and see what would happen. Well, what happened was that the entire pedal stand separated itself from the rest of the piano and fell to the floor with a crash.

PANIC!

At first I was afraid I had ruined Easter for everyone. How can Easter be happy without a good Easter service, and how can there be a good Easter service without music, and how can their be music without piano pedals?!?!?!? Then I looked at the end of the assembly, and lo and behold, it was not broken! It had merely come out of its socket, and in a matter of two or three minutes, my uncle and I had reunited the two pieces of the piano.

And that's how the boy saved Easter.

An Obiter Dictum

As my last post made clear, snow has returned to the hills of New Hampshire. Once again the familiar crystalline white is spread over the surrounding countryside like vanilla icing. The sun has returned, fortunately, but it smiles not on budding flowers but on ubiquitous white. As an autochthonous New Hampshirite, I cannot be very surprised; nevertheless, I had no presentiment of this foreboding doom, and I have an animadversion to obnoxious surprises.

As the dour clarion calls of the pessimists reverberate throughout the land, I must allow that their lamentations have not completely convinced me that winter has become perdurable. Although I was disillusioned by the return of the hiemal weather, I am something of a realist. The return of favonian weather is inevitable, so if I simply exercise my longamity all will eventually be satisfactory. In the meantime, I have often found music to be a roborant when the prophesies of the clerisy are less than roseate. Therefore, allow me to present a little song I wrote to alleviate the pain of those who are suffering (including you in Georgia, where the temperatures last night were in the twenties!), to ameliorate, as I was saying, the discomfiture of any who both endure psychrophobia and read my blog.

Neither the sound quality nor the nor the stridulous tones of my voice in the nether regions of its range are outstanding, but I hope you found this diverting anyway.

P.s. Can you tell I was trying to get Claire to comment? :)

Simply Amazingness

Did you know...you'd better not have known, or I'll be really disappointed. I feel like every time I tell someone something around here they've already heard it and say, with a disdainful flip of the hand, of course, "Oh, that! Aaron, that was news way back yesterday. You're so behind the times!"

Well, nobody's ever said quite that to me before, I must admit. But anyway, excuse my going off on a wild tangent...

By the way, a tangent has several definitions besides the one in which it was used above. For example, the tangent of an angle in a right triangle is the ratio of the opposite side to the adjacent side which is not the hypotenuse. It is also a line that touches a curve at only one point.

Am I being incoherent?

OK, here's what I've been trying very hard to say this ENTIRE time:

As a teen, Fanny Crosby memorized Proverbs, Song of Solomon, Matthew, Mark, Luke, John, many Psalms, and - here's the most amazing of all, at least as far as I'm concerned - Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers, and Deuteronomy.

Numbers! Deuteronomy! Oh... my... WORD! Talk about amazingly amazing! She knew all that by heart! And I thought I was pretty good when I memorized all the Epistles of Paul...

Ahem.

Here you must whistle, hum, or sing any song you can come up with about a grain of salt (or two or three). And then, just because it fits so well with both the topic and the season, sing the following of Fanny Crosby's hymns:

Carol, sweetly carol,
A Savior born today;
Bear the joyful tidings,
O, bear them far away:
Carol, sweetly carol,
Till earth's remotest bound
Shall hear the mighty chorus,
And echo back the sound.

        Refrain:
        Carol, sweetly carol,
        Carol sweetly today;
        Bear the joyful tidings,
        O, bear them far away.

Carol, sweetly carol,
As when the angel throng
O'er the vales of Judah,
Awoke the heavenly song:
Carol, sweetly carol,
Goodwill and peace and love,
Glory in the highest
To God who reigns above. 

Carol, sweetly carol,
The happy Christmas time;
Hark! the bells are pealing
Their merry, merry chime:
Carol, sweetly carol,
Ye shining ones above,
Sing in loudest numbers,
O sing redeeming love. 

Memo to the Masses

Boston's Classical Station, WCRB, has moved to 99.5. They "bring [me] my favorite classical music and now it's up to [ME] to spread the word, to tell my friends, family, and EVEN THE MAILMAN!!!" I just figured I might as well tell my blog-readers, since then I can forget about it, except for telling the mailman. I guess I'll go wait for him at the end of the driveway. Sigh.

(Can't you just picture the mailman's amusement? "Hello, Mr. Mailman, I was wondering when you'd come! I've been waiting here for an hour so I could tell you that WCRB is now on 99.5 instead of 102.5! Aren't you GLAD!?!? Well, have a nice day...oh, and I'll take the mail.")

The Music Man Speaks

Or: Il Professore di musica dice.

For those of you who didn’t know, my music teacher is Italian. He was born and grew up in Italy, but he came here to go to get his masters after attending Milan University. Now he is an American citizen and speaks English fluently, fortunately. In some ways, however, it is even more fortunate for me that he also speaks Italian fluently, for that gives me an opportunity to practice my foreign language with a fluent speaker whenever I get up the nerve (which is rare).

Today, however, was different. I actually spoke a whole sentence to him in Italian!!!! It was actually in the middle of an interesting conversation which I will attempt to paraphrase below.

By the way, I will refer to my teacher as “Roberto” for the sake of anonymity and convenience.

“Oh, Roberto, you remember those songs by Josh Groban I showed you?”

About a year ago, I had shown him the lyrics to the Italian songs in Closer so he could interpret them for me. He had said, “Ugh! These are trash! ‘I will miss you when you go, I will miss your serenity…’ You don’t want to know the rest!”

Now, however, he didn’t remember them. I continued.

“Well, I’ve been interpreting them some recently, and they’re all so dumb! For example, I was recently listening to one called ‘Un Amore Per Sempre’ – (Roberto rolls his eyes) – I knew it was corny from the title, but I thought, ‘At least it’s not ‘Mi Mancherai.’ But then I read the next line. The whole first sentence is ‘Un amore per sempre dura sola un instante.’”

Here Roberto grimaced quite visibly and uttered an exclamation that could probably be best described as a mixture of amusement and disgust.

“Pop music is so corny! ‘Senza di te, morirei’… But do you know what’s even worse? American country music. The lyrics are so stupid! You know? “There’s a tear/In my beer/’Cause you’re not here/My dear!’”

I laughed all the way to the computer.

The sad thing, though, is that he didn't make that up (although he didn't get the lyrics QUITE right). People actually listen to that sort of stuff?!?!? I don't. I listen to "Celtic Woman: A Christmas Celebration."

Video: For Lisa

Well, here is a li'l music video that I've been planning for months. To be more precise, I had been planning for months to do a Gilbert and Sullivan music video for Lisa's birthday. As the time got closer, I didn't come up with any I really liked. Some of them were too dark, some of them had too many mistakes, some were in bad angles, etc. In addition, Cara didn't want to do any and Ryan doesn't know any of the songs. He wants to do one still, so maybe we will this weekend. In the meantime, however, here is the best I could come up with on my own:

Here is the WMV version.

The Veteran Traveler

Today I visited three states! The sad thing, though is that I only intended to visit two. Furthermore, I traveled more in the other two than I had intended. It wasn't too bad, but...oh, I'll just tell you the story. Here goes.

Daddy went today with one of his office workers, who is an even more avid sailor than he is, to sail Eagle Wings, our 30-foot Hunter, from Portsmouth to Rye, where it will be taken out of the water tomorrow morning. I went along to take one of the cars home so they would not have to return to Portsmouth when they had finished their ocean jaunt. I had not been actually expecting to go, but I was fine with it and took my Calculus in the car with me, so I would not be bored on the way up. I was going to take my audio Italian CD for the way down, but, well, let's just say non lo ho potuto trovare. So I didn't take it. No matter! Instead I toted along a tasty collection of Classical from the library: Violin concertos by Beethoven and Mendelssohn performed by Isaac Stern (who, by the way, is TOTALLY INCREDIBLE!!!!), some Chopin and Liszt, and a Tchaikovsky CD I didn't end up listening to (but which is also terrific).

Anyway, I began with the Calculus right away, listening to the (TOTALLY INCREDIBLE) Violin CD with my Walkman. Unfortunately, I had a math test and was done in twenty minutes. How I wished I had more school to do! Not because I wanted to do school particularly, but because I was in a rather scholastic mood and wanted to get done as much as possible. However, there was nothing else to do, so I sat and listened in raptures to Isaac Stern's incredible skill.

We reached Rye in good time, and leaving the Camry in the harbor parking lot, headed up the coast to the Portsmouth Naval Base, which, for those of you who are so uninformed as to believe the Portsmouth Naval Base is in Portsmouth, is in Kittery. Go figure. I dropped my passengers and their cargo off at the pier and headed out into the great wide world, full of hope and ambition.

All was well, at first. After all, I have driven home from Portsmouth before. Misfortune was not far ahead, however. I am used to coming down the Rte. 1 Bypass, going around the Portsmouth circle, and heading straight to 101 via 95. This was impossible today, for SOMEONE had decided to close the Rte. 1 Bridge!!!!! I was furious! Why close the bridge when Aaron was coming to town? Sadly, there was nothing I could do but follow the detour sign. Actually, there were more signs than that one, but I didn't see the others in time. I sped by them, following the signs for I-95. In no time flat I found myself screaming up I-95 NORTH, praying for an exit. There was one pretty soon, but not soon enough to avoid adding another 14 miles to the trip.

So, once again I was going the right direction. I was annoyed at the whole missing-the-detour thing, but at least now I was home free, right? Of course right!

Or not. As I continued south down the interstate, I thought of this and that, listened to Chopin, and all in all drove a bit absent-mindedly. I wasn't driving dangerously or anything, but I certainly wasn't concentrating on my route. I went through the tolls with my dad's EZ-Pass, and instantly my mind was on that subject. I weighed the pros and cons of the electronic system versus the tokens, thought about whether I liked the fact that EZ-passes sometimes let their possessors get through legally but without paying (i.e., the bill doesn't charge for every toll). The statesman inside me screamed, "Return to tokens, vote in a Republican governor!" But my carnal nature rather liked the situation.

So I continued with such ponderings, and pretty soon I thought I should watch the signs. "Hmmm....495? Huh, I thought that was in Massachusetts. Weird." Hardly had these thoughts passed lightly through my mind when I was startled by three words: "Massachusetts Welcomes You!" I didn't welcome Massachusetts.

I was pretty seriously annoyed, but I remembered from a another boat excursion, that one to Gloucester, that 495 connects with 93, and I have driven that road a hundred (well, maybe ten) times. Therefore, I began to look for signs for 495 North (because New Hampshire is to the north, right? Of course right!). There were none to be seen! Everything was "495 South", "495 South." (Probably just another example of the inefficient, bureaucratic government of Massachusetts.) After going a good way further, finally there was a sign for the northern half of the highway. I took it joyously, and headed farther and farther down a little highway, with no sign of nearing my hoped-for destination. Finally, putting aside my pride, I stopped for directions.

"Hi, can you tell me how to get to 495 North?"

"Next light."

Grrrr. I made it back onto the highway. Finally, finally, finally, I was on the right track. I started to breathe a sigh of relief - but ended it as a cry of despair as another hateful sign approached: "End 495; Joining 95." So I had just gone in a big loop! So that's why there were no signs for 495 North! Suddenly it all came back to me: "You have to take 495 SOUTH to get to 93! NOW I remember." I didn't do another turnabout, though, and this time found the 101 exit pretty quickly (my eyes could not have been more peeled). In the meantime, I passed a VERY welcome sign, one of the first: "Welcome (Bienvenu) to New Hampshire: Live Free or Die"!!!! No more of this "You're going to like it here" stuff; everyone already does anyway.

The rest of the trip home was long but blessedly uneventful. I made it back to my home town without further ado, although I got pretty tired of Chopin and was too tired to change the CD. Now I am home, and it has almost never felt so good.

Below: An overview of my trip; blue lines indicate where I was behind the wheel; red indicates where my dad was driving.

Video: Ping Pong

Warning: I stretched out the volley to match the length of the song. If you get bored just skip a bit and you won't miss much. However, if you have any appreciation of music, you WILL watch it all. ;)

Windows Media (.wmv)

Hope you enjoy this!

I've been enjoying a wonderfully peaceful Sabbath at home. So far I have slept in, played Ping Pong with Daddy (he beat me thrice: 21-18, 21-17, and 21-16), ate brunch instead of breakfast, read blogs, and pretty much just enjoyed the quiet. Hope your Sabbath is/was as nice!

Video: Remember When It Rained

Watch the Video

Ben and I had a lot of fun with this.

Video: Someday

Formats available: Windows Media (.wmv), Flash Video (.flv)

A few weeks ago, when Kayla was visiting, she, Cara, and I decided to create our own music video. We picked Chloe Agnew's "Someday" (Celtic Woman) and were getting set up when we found a five minute time limit being imposed upon us. Nevertheless, we forged ahead. In the end, it came out far from perfect, but we never had any opportunity to practice. Probably the biggest mistake is when Cara stood up: I had not told her the camera was so zoomed in. Mistakes aside, however, I've enjoyed watching this li'l movie and I hope you will too!

My Weekend

In case you're incredibly distraught, disappointed, or otherwise upset about the fact that I have not posted in FOUR WHOLE DAYS(!!!!), allow me to assure you that the reason is not that I'm lazy; it's not that I have nothing to say or show, and it's not that I hate blogs. It's not even that I'm too busy 100% of the time. It's just that our blankety blank internet connection wouldn't let me upload any pictures! Grrrr. Just wait til Thursday.

Four days is not actually a very long time, but it has been much longer than that since I actually wrote an interesting post with more than pictures or a few quick notes. It's time I actually wrote something interesting for a change.

You may have noticed me lamenting in my last post the fact that I would not be able to go to the youth weekend at Fairwood until the second day. And I lamented rightly, too: I MISSED ULTIMATE FRISBEE!!! ("Let the bitter tears I'm shedding witness my distress...") Nevertheless, Cara and I sacrificed our ritual Sabbath sleep-in so that we could get over to Fairwood by the end of breakfast. None of my close friends were there this time, but I still had a good time. We had a number of relay races and the like in the afternoon, and I enjoyed myself to an unusual extent considering the fact that my team lost all of them. All, that is, except for the Great Fairwood Baking Contest and Scavenger Hunt. We made the best-tasting and nicest-looking brownies in the second shortest amount of time. It was quite a pleasant surprise.

In the afternoon we had three activities to choose from: hiking, watching "Narnia", or playing games in the parlor. I opted for the parlor games since I was too tired to hike and had already seen "Narnia" twice. We played Pictionary and Catchphrase, and I had a fun time.

Cara and I stayed for sports that evening, and I enjoyed them for the most part. We played warball first, and I am SOOO bad at warball. I have a horrible arm, and I can't catch. I can dodge, but who wants to just dodge the whole time? I did manage to get a few people out, but far more people got ME out. Nevertheless, my team managed to pull off the victory most of the times we played.

We played basketball second. I made a grawnd total of one basket out of about five tries, but I wasn't surprised or disappointed because offence isn't my strong point. Besides, my team won the first game without my getting any baskets at all, and my one basket in the second game saved us from defeat. (I'm sure you were very anxious to hear all this.)

I despise kickball. We left early. I was glad.

I went to Craig's senior composition recital in CT on Sunday! We got there just a few minutes early in spite of taking wrong exits and highways a couple times. All the music was wonderful, but I especially enjoyed the choral pieces. I had to keep reminding myself that Craig had written all the music.

Carols

I love Christmas carols. That is probably the main reason I have music symbols on my background now (although don't be surprised if I change it again). I went to get Bria from Fairwood today, and on the way back she felt like carolling so we--she, Elizabeth H. (who's going to the airport from our house tomorrow), and I--did. We stopped at Evan and Jill's (Lindsay, Jill, and Mrs. F.-from-on-the-hill were there) and Uncle Alden and Aunt Lorraine's. We sang "Angels We Have Heard on High" in parts, and it was so much fun that we'll just HAVE to do it again. Fun, fun, fun.....fun..........(long yawn).... yzswde yu67hg.


(That was my head hitting the keyboard when I fell asleep. I simply must try to do my blogging earlier.)

"It's Christmas time in the city..."

Governor Lynch of the good ol' Granite State may not be the greatest governor, but he sure can conduct. Well, OK, he can't really, but he sure knows how to try! Yes, I have seen John Lynch try his hand at conducting a full orchestra. Those of you who don't believe me can read Bria's blog and those of you that have already read her blog already do believe me, so I guess I'm pretty well covered. The fact is, Gov. John Lynch was invited by the New Hampshire Philharmonic to try his hand at conducting "Jingle Bells Forever" in front of a large audience: a nicely packed Palace Theatre-full of people. (By the way, did you know that John Lynch and his wife have attended the Palace Theatre since 1975?!?!?! Why, that's before I was born! It's before Bria was born! It's before Lisa was born! It's before Derrick, Chad, Lindsay....) Our illustrious governor agreed, and sure enough, he tried. But he did little more than that. He kept the beat almost perfectly, I must admit, but he occassionally seemed to get tired and would hardly move his hands until a sudden crash of a symbol would send his body back into convulsions (well, ok, that's a gross exaggeration).

On the whole, I enjoyed the whole concert quite thoroughly. The evening started off with a merry .... actually, I can never remember the name but it's the one that goes, "Outside the snow is falling and friends are calling, 'Yoohoo!' Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you!" After a couple pieces featuring the winner of the NH Philharmonic's youth competition as a soloist, the first half ended with some of Tchaikovsky's "Nutcracker Suite." The second half started with something like "Brazilian Sleigh Bells" then went into a medley of American Christmas songs ("White Christmas", "Santa Claus Is Coming to Town", etc.) I think my favorite part of the night was either the American medley or the carol sing-along that came after it. The sing-along was at least one of the top two best parts of the night, although some of the orchestra's intros were a bit hard to follow, and some people came in in the wrong place. It was especially enjoyable to hear so many people singing "Joy to the world! The Savior reigns!" and going right through the first verses of four or five other Christmas songs that contain such obviously Christian lyrics.

Unfortunately, the same could not be said for the songs played on the radio. Bria scanned throught the FM channels on the way home, hoping to find some good Christmas music to listen to. We listened to -- and enjoyed-- a fifties-ish rendition of "Here Comes Santa Claus." Then that station turned to rock, so we tried another channel. That channel was playing "Here Comes Santa Claus." It was fairly near the end, but we turned the radion off anyway because of the obnoxious voices of the singers. That radio station was playing songs by request, and apparently someone had requested "Here Comes Santa Claus", because the exact same rendition of that song was just starting when we turned the radio back on. We scanned again, and what should the next Christmas channel be playing but...."Here Comes Santa Claus!" Aaaaarrrrrrgh! We finally found a couple other songs, but the total count of songs we had listened to when we got home was still something like this: "Jingle Bells": 1; "White Christmas": 1; "Here Comes Santa Claus": 5.


P.s. In case anyone doesn't check the comments below, and would like to know who wrote "The Melancholy Pig", the answer is Lewis Carroll.

Not Your Ordinary Sunday

Church was good in every way today, with about thirty-five exceptions. Well, OK, that may be a bit of an exaggeration, but we had so many difficulties today that it was funny! Allow me to explain. The first disaster came about in the congregational music, for which I was responsible. Someone had requested that I do All in All for one of the songs, and I rather ambitiously decided to do it as a round. I divided it up into parts and put it on powerpoint, and had Daddy and Ryan lead. Unfortunately, we didn't have much time to practice, and the song kind of fell apart. Nevertheless, it was hardly much better than I had expected.

Next we did the song Saved, Saved! which went almost without a hitch (I made a small mistake in the second chorus). The third and final song that we put together was Thank You, Lord which went fine on my part; however, after the second of the three verses, Daddy's laptop decided it was tired of changing slides and refused to respond to any keys at all, with the exception of the Ctrl-Alt-Del combination. I was slightly startled when I started the third verse and nobody sang. I have counted the verses wrong once or twice before and either stopped or continued at the wrong times, so I just kind of finished the verse off right in the middle. I felt rather embarassed until someone explained that the slide hadn't changed. We skipped the last verse and finished off with a final chorus, and I was all done with the leading. Whew!

The service was then turned over to a lady from Bedford named Meme Stephens, who shared a number of songs she had written and recently had put on CD. She sang a couple songs with guitar, and then started to sing one with a track from her new CD. About halfway through the song, the CD stopped. Just plain stopped. We could find no explanation for why it stopped, but it did. She played it with her guitar instead, but the sound wasn't working very well, once again without explanation. The volume was coming across very quiet, but every time the volume was turned up, the sound was distorted. The crowning touch came immediately after the congregation watched a DVD put out by the Christian organization World Vision. When the five-minute clip finished, Uncle Alden opened the player to take the DVD out--and it slipped down into the machine. After church we got out a screwdriver and took half the sound system apart to get it out.

The last glitch in the service was when the pastor asked for a hymn. I went up to play since Lindsay wasn't there today, and found that the song was one I had sung perhaps once or twice in my life and had certainly never played. It was fairly easy, though, and I managed to make successively fewer mistakes with each verse. Then church was over for the week. The end.


P.s. Happy birthday, Cherilyn and Duncan!

P.p.s. I recently read an article online that began something like, "Police said the murderer escaped from prison last Thursday and began a thorough investigation of his escape as soon as his absence was discovered." Hahaha.

P.p.p.s. I was listening to Sean Hannity as I was about to drive out of a parking lot today, and some ad came on with a loud honking noise that really startled me because I thought someone was honking at ME. Then, on my way out of a gas station getting onto 101, it happened again, and I was just as startled and not a little annoyed. Grrrr. (Sean Hannity was great, though!)

Think of Me

This evening, I thought of a post I could do if no one had commented. I was all excited about it, and then I got on and there were two comments. Disheartened and heartened at the same time, I decided I would post this anyway.

"This" is my own personal edition of the song "Think of Me" from Phantom of the Opera. Cara got that CD out of the library a week or so ago, and the song has been in our heads pretty near constantly since then. At least it's a song I like. Here's "Think of Me" from Phantom of the Blog:

Think of me, think of me fondly
When to blogs you've said, "Goodbye!"
Remember me once in a while;
Please promise me you'll try.
And if you find
That, once again, you long
To have some more of blogs to read,
If you ever find a moment
Leave a note for me!

[Dramatic music]

My blog has never
Needed sympathy
Or been as changing as could be,
But, if you can find a moment,
Visit it for me!!!

Of course it's a lot more interesting if you know the song. One cannot easily write crescendos and climaxes into mere text. And even if you do know the music, you have to kind of scrunch the "to blogs" in between notes. Nevertheless, it sounds good if one sings it just right. Plus, it's just about the first clever thing I've ever done on my blog! Yay!