17 July 2018

From 1 Samuel 17

I don’t care how many letters they sent—
Morning came, and morning went.
— Bob Dylan Robt Zimmerman
In this case, either the fanciful title provoked more curiosity in the question of how it means anything in the music, or perhaps my titles are always thus provoking, and I was just more readily available to the questioners . . . but Five Smooth Stones From the Wadi set some to wondering.  I thank them for listening, and wondering, and asking, and not much minding that perhaps I had no particular answer.

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