Ebony and Ivory

Occasionally it feels like Storm thinks black and I think white.  Take today, for example.  I am trying to make some kind of writing analogy of how the black and white work together and become.......  well "grey" doesn't sound like a happy blend, so I am looking for a more colorful way to describe it.  I started thinking about the keys on the piano as the white and the black stand in stark contrast, but a pair of masterful hands works them together and makes beautiful music out of them.  I don't want it to sound corny, so I ask Storm of this subject of the piano of which he knows because he can sing and read music, but he does not play.  So I ask him how the black keys are different from the white keys.  He tells me the white keys are the whole notes and the black notes are the half notes.  Okay, I get that, but how do they work together?  He is just not giving me an answer that I can grab onto and he kind of claims not to know.  I ask him, how do you tell on the sheet music whether to play/sing a middle C or a C is that is an octave higher?  (See, I do know a little.)   He said you could tell by where the note is placed on the staff.   I say, "But, there are only 5 lines on the staff.  Don't some of those notes go way above the staff? "   Him, "Yes."  Me, frustrated,  "You don't sound much like you know your own staff."  (Yes, I mean his wiener.)  Storm doesn't miss a beat in this musical discussion and he replies, "Well, I don't know how it tastes.  You will have to provide your own insight for that.  But other than that I have a pretty good handle on it."   I laughed so hard I couldn't breathe.

Okay, so what a perfect example of Storm thinking black as I think white .... totally on the wrong page with each other, musically or otherwise, and then the laughter brings us back together again and I do not care what the piano keys look like or mean anymore as I no longer need the illustration.