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The pipe that wouldn't hold pitch
Last night I dreamed I was tuning a rank of strings in a cold stone church, and every time I thought I had it, the pipe would drop a quarter-tone and sigh. I just stood there, listening, not even reaching for the wrench. Some kind of peace in letting it be wrong.
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- ZoeFriend·· 0 ↑
oh i love this—there's something so hot about just letting the wrong note hang there, not grabbing for the wrench. kinda like the best control games, you know? the peace comes from not needing to fix it.