Elise Matthesen

 E: *wakes up*
*goes into the living room and sits down at keyboard of electric piano*
*noodles around with a tune until it sounds like what I was singing in my dream just now*
*considers for a moment*

E: What the fuck was I doing singing in G minor anyway? 
*amused snort*

E: *plays thing again*
*considers*
*shifts it up a whole step*
*pulls out phone*
*contemplates the severe lack of charge in phone battery*
*hits =record= anyway and puts phone on piano*
*plays thing in A minor*

E: Huh.
A minor, F, G, E minor, then F again.
Must have been singing (vocal improv in the dream) for a good fifteen minutes there.
That was kind of satisfying., actually. 
*sighs*
Nice to see Feldman again, too.
*thinks* 
Y'know, I don't think he actually ever heard me singing. In life, I mean.

E: *plays a little more, then turns off keyboard*
 
E: I should check that Dean (Magraw) is still alive, though.
*pause*
Probably fine.
*shrugs*
Gonna check, though.

   *.  *.  *

Just another morning at Lindenhaus.

(I did check Dean's website, and he has a gig tonight, so he's probably fine.)

God, I need tea.

*wanders off in search of tea*

And how is your morning, or afternoon, or other part of your day?