And we're off! To the races.
My darling bride's second loop offering was also 1-measure long, and there was a note in there that I decided to call the sixth scale degree. Mostly though it was the articulation—"deee beee doh"—that set a mood for me. I know she likes the up-tempo stuff, but I just had to half-time the snare; I compensated by putting a pretty busy shaker in there. Soon, there was a flow. Best to go with it.
