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Author: tooth on September 17 2006 Viewed 1769 times. 16 people liked this blog. You can rate it below if you haven't already.
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I feel a bit egotesticle writing this.
I was born to a dentist and a social worker in the summer of 79. A few things happened, then one day when I was 8 or 9 a weird guy with permed, dyed black hair and a northern accent came round to my house and taught me an arpeggiated progression on the piano in the playroom. The piano was usually used as a makeshift football goal but I had now been introduced to another use for it.
The guy with the weird hair came over every Monday evening and I used to dread it. I never practiced. I would occasionally try to learn the pieces I had been set in the half hour before the lesson. Somehow that was enough and I found myself able to play. I took it up again later and had lessons for a few years I think, but I approached my learning with the same ferocious diligence and was no better aged 15 as I was aged 10, in fact I'm only slightly better now.
Rewind a few years to me age 11 in the playroom and I am at the piano, un-prompted, spaceships and robots zooming round my head and I'm writing my first song. It was pretty good (I might release it here some day, it's actually quite similar to "lunch in texas"). I wrote a few more. I didn't sit down at the piano with the intention of writing music, it just seemed to happen infront of me and I thought nothing of it. I played one of them to my music teacher at school who refused to believe that I had written it myself, telling me that it was OK to copy music, even Mozart would copy parts from his contemporaries. I was frustrated and confused so I stopped making music even though every time I went in the playroom I would find that I was writing again. It was distressing and I would later develop a strange relationship with my creations. I don't think I wrote any new music until I was 16 when I picked up my dad's electric guitar....
tune in next time for the second thrilling instalment all about ME.
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celibacyclub
interesting read tooth.
09/18/06
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Skyliner
Yeah, interesting. Lunch in Texas doesn't work anymore 
09/18/06
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energygiant
omg, a dentist? tooth? hahaha i tttly get it
09/18/06
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Artsigreg
Pawel, you Accordian, no way, lol.
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energygiant
its a shame you didnt learn to spell the word accordion in those two years, pawel
09/18/06
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Jomdom
Egotesticle? I have two of those.
10/15/06
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utofbu
I also have two egotesticular objects dangling from my waistal region. Dude. Adults know less than kids, thats why he thought you wewre copying. What a turd. I want to beat that asshole up. MAN .... If I could have been there to give him an oldschool bitchslap, I wouldnt be tearing up right now.
-Bu-
10/15/06
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jogn
egotestical is singular.
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celibacyclub
pls post some gornmet (your never goning to live that down i dont think) accordian beats pawel.
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