Trombones! My God! So that was what those foghorns were.
“Recovery is possible,” appeared in white letters on a black background.
My moment of truth had come. The shame, the horror. Time to find a crack in the floor I could shrink through. Then a new thought:
Wait! You know, I kinda like it.
Okay, I had to overlook a few minor things such as my complete lack of familiarity with the concept of key signatures.
I played it again. You know, it kinda grows on you.
Recovery is indeed possible. At age 58, a scared little kid - too afraid to sing - finally sang.
Feel free to check it out:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VtlMahygYYA
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