We all know those days
that our brains seem like sirup, like thick, dark oil.
It’s as if we didn’t really wake up and remain a sort of medium asleep, medium awake.
Not because of some dramatic fact, neither some terrible accident,
nor too many drinks or any other disastrous historical happening.
It just doesn’t match: feelings, brains, body.
A little while ago I improvised this piece.
During an off day.
No real melody, no clear intro or ending, no developing lines.
I could’ve called it “Off Piece” as well…
The A major key fits very well to this state of mind. It’s easy to let it sound bored, without a clear identity.