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The Fort of Forte


No more me or I, it's them. Not one cut or a force, it's a flow. The music is a way or movement. Our music is our life or heart. Looking around, feeling the beat, hearing the cord of chords. It's not the mixer or a synthesizer. It's the Y.O.U. We find our forte in ourselves, not our muses. We are inspired to find our idols, not ourselves. I want to teach about the Muse of You, not them. I need to show the flow of You. Not Them. "We listen, sing, play, move. Why don't we stop? When will we find Ourself? Follow the flow." That is M.E. Teach the music, teach the You. Find your fort, The Fort Of Forte...
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