we had a music practice last night and jane asked lynda the piano player to play a little riff thing that she sung. “just a minute” said lynda, “i need to work out where the notes are”. i helpfully pointed out that she had loads of them on that funny long black and white table she was sitting at.
her piano might have more notes than my bass guitar, but i can play the same note on different strings, whereas she only has one of each note at each pitch. so there.
