Organ playing is like a drug. I can't wait the end of the day to go to practice. I count hours left till the end of the work. When I'm away from my organ for several days, I get nerveous, like a smoker without his cigarettes. I'm sad the day I can't rehearse, and awfully happy if I can do it twice a day. At work, I have Bach's Trio Sonatas hidden under other sheets of paper. At home, music sheets are just beside the door, ready to goSome days ago, I could not find Mr Boivin in the computer's list, because I typed his name with y - Boyvin, like organ-composer.
Any remedies to this illness?



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Some days ago, I could not find Mr Boivin in the computer's list, because I typed his name with y - Boyvin, like organ-composer. 


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