I sit down at the piano with the music teacher and find myself full of this morning's anger. I don't even recall what's set me off. Toast. Teen Titans Go! A bad cup of coffee. It's probably something absurd, but I'd like to yell at everyone. But I listen politely to the metronome set by the teacher as it taps out a rhythm that is meaningless and empty except for the note I plunk along with it. And somewhere in the middle of my fumbling horribleness, I hear "This Land Is Your Land." It's hardly recognizable, but it's there in a tortured, innocent way. And I think, I'm making that song. If my wife hadn't insisted on buying this piano, I'd just be alone and tuneless. I should shut the fuck up and play some more.
