hosing down the moog

jared's heartfelt venting struck a chord in the music box that is my soul.
i don't mean to say i've been involved in anything so morally deplorable as frequenting strip clubs, no, (jesus is the only stripper this 'player' needs) but i've certainly been experiencing feelings of distance and underlying fear of becoming what i pretend to be.
so today i broke open my soul and fixed that damned chord.