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One winter night while on a bus trip to New York
amid a terrible snow storm, sitting in the aisle of
the bus on my suitcase, I turned to a musician friend
who was accompanying me to a gig and I asked,
"What is a chord?".
He, of all people, a drummer, answered,
"Got a minute?"
I said, "it looks like we'll be here for hours judging by
the storm."
"That's enough time to teach you the entire chord
theory," he responded.
I was an audience of one on my way to an exciting
gig in the Big Apple, wide awake, and nothing that night
seemed boring. The drummer,