The Sound not the Notes

If the notes were all there was to it, everything would be so easy.

Yesterday I had a first-time appointment with an orthopedist to interpret the results of an MRI.  The imaging facility had released a report indicating a broken bone.  This is not good news for someone who goes to a lot of trouble to not have trouble in the bone department.

Both the younger and the older MD read the pictures, looked at the foot, indicated what it was that triggered the knee-jerk reaction of the technician who submitted the report and assured me, in fact demonstrated, that the problem was soft not hard tissue. 

The older doctor took some time to bemoan the mechanization of medicine.  As he put it, the "craft" is not sufficiently valued these days. 

It's the same with music, I told him.