I would like to thank Paul Harrison

... for putting that keyboard in our living room

I would like to thank Paul Harrison for putting that keyboard in our living room at Breksfeld Manor so many years ago now, and encouraging me, when I had all but given up the piano I studied in school, which I'd abandoned due to the chronic pain that still plagues me today.

This was before I'd ever live-streamed a note, so every note you've ever heard from me, you don't just owe it to me, you owe it Paul, no joke. He changed the course of world history with one act of kindness and support and recognition of another's true muse.

It was in that living room that I developed the language and approach to improvisation I have today, which is so breathtakingly unique even I was incapable of it until then, which is when I could finally feel it 'connect': the bridge between free and rule-based improvisation.

People don't really do that, encourage each other meaningfully, they mostly nay-say or they 'deconstruct', which can be worse: I've written more about the negative in "What's Wrong With People? ... why can't they be creative?", but what I didn't mention is encouragement: no one encourages them.

Encouragement's been rendered artificially scarce upon this earth as every teacher who's unbroken can dole it out without limit like they were Chrystia Freeland and the globalists printing fiat currency for endless, global war we can't afford, but we can always afford to encourage someone--they need it. Everyone does.