Day ¥
Went to my dad’s old music conservatory today where he grew up. It’s basically a huge music school for all ages where you eat, live and sleep. I’ve been there before seeing as my grandparents have their second apartment there so that when they teach they have a place to chill. But today I actually went around the school itself and explored all the rooms floor by floor. It so amazing to walk around and hear all this music coming from every room or to walk from courtyard to courtyard with violins and pianos and saxophones and xylophones and oboes and trumpets all echoing from every window. Seeing as my grandparents teach there I got a key to the rooms and started messing with the instruments. I played on a beast of a xylophone (wow never heard those 2 words in the same sentence) that was so bassy. Went straight for the Hang Me Up To Dry Cold War Kids tune. Also some weird thing that was like a piano but you pluck strings instead of hitting keys. I thought I was doing alright figuring out Mary Had A Little Lamb when this teacher walked in, smiled, sat down next to me and played the most inhuman thing I have ever seen. Man totally killed my mojo…
