Memory is a Strange Thing

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In 1976, when I was 16, I wrote a lengthy, YES-inspired piece of music.

The piece included a quiet instrumental that I quite liked.

I kept playing the piece until 1991, when lyrics finally got written: I'd seen YES in concert (Union Tour, 1991).

Then... "It Is Done" got put aside.

And — foolishly, stupidly — I never made a recording of the piece. Having played it for 15 years, I figured I'd never forget it.

Yet, forget the instrumental section I did. Intro, yes. Verse/chorus sections, yes. Outro, yes. But not the instrumental section.

So for the last 15-20 years, I've been racking my brains to remember it. Among other things, the instrumental section I'd written for "In the Dreamtime" kept interfering. I even worried that I'd re-used the "It Is Done" instrumental section.

"Racking" my brains is correct: the "rack" in question is the medieval torture device known as "the rack."

And for 15-20 years I got nowhere. I assumed the music was lost.

But memory is a strange thing.

June 30, 2018 I sat down, began playing my 6-string guitar, and —

— the "It Is Done" instrumental section came back! Everything: melody, chords, even the fingering.

I grabbed my iPhone and captured the second time I'd played the section in 15-20 years. (It's on the HOME page, and in the AUDIO section.)

Never again would I be racking my brains to try to remember it! Thank goodness these days we all have memory recorders in our pockets!

Warmest aloha,

Cat