Wednesday, July 27, 2005
I read with laughter something my older stepbrother wrote on his little weblog:
and here i am, stuck with the pale imitations of real people that i call my step-siblings . . ."she" refers to Kailey, who does play the piano with a certain grim, determined vigor that grates one's nerves. She plays well, but militantly. The kid turns everything into a march. Her style is a bit perturbed, and I suspect that anything she ever writes will be in minor key.
god, i wish she would quit playing the fucking piano. or at least turn off the metronome
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 2:49 PM]