CRAP CRAP CRAP.

If this doesn’t turn you into a puddle, you’re dead:

It’s in Em.

And on a Baroque A.

So unless I do it in Ebm, my brain is going to cramp. SIX FLATS. Once again, I’m in a six-flat key in a song that whips between minor and relative major like the teacup ride at Disneyland, and I’m stuck notating what I think of as F#m as if it’s some flavor of Gb.

People should be forbidden from doing anything in or near this stinking key.

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