Just Asking Who Are You? Who’s Henry? I Am New To This Blog :3

So you know The Stratagems - have you heard their song “Nobody Knows”? It’s not the same as the one on your cylinder, but there are similarities for sure.

Yes, indeed! I think the tune on my cylinder pre-dates those fellas, so they might've taken some inspiration.

it's really cool that you're so much easier to talk to now, henry! though, i hear you don't remember any of the emails that we sent you?

emails? what's an email?

It's, uh, those "Electronic Mails" that go to your "Inbox"! Sort of a private messaging system.

huh. something like a mailbox i suppose? honestly, i'd love to go open the mailbox one last time. used to complain about it so much 'cause my mom would make me do it before school haha but yeah, um, to answer your question, i don't recognize any of you, really, and i definitely haven't gotten any mail, electronic or otherwise. maybe you're thinking of someone else!

Forgot to introduce myself. You can call me m. Have you done anything interesting today, William?

Nice to make your acquaintance, m! And no, I've done nothin' of note today. Rearrangin' old notes and the like. Tryin' to find if I've got any photos of Henry I can hold on to. (No luck so far!)

Breezeh aka Briscoe Park aka Space Cowboy (American, b. Cary, NC, USA) - A few of my favorite photos I’ve taken, 2023, Photography

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hi will this hat is for you

Wahoo! Thanks, pal!

heya, william. i just wanted to say, i hope you get to see henry again, and make more music together. being 100% serious when i say that listening to you sing together really puts a smile on my face. anyway, have a good one!

Thank you, Will! I hope so as well. Glad our tunes brighten your day! Have a good one!

how did you get to know the stratagems?

I remember -- that recording booth. Four faces in that glass reflection. Long session, but boy, was it worth it! I remember jam sessions, a crowd, a banner with their names on it. It comes in bits and pieces.

The first memory of them I rightly recall, I'd say, is sitting across from them. One of their living rooms, I think, with a little brown Steinway upright in the corner. All four of them crowded casual-like onto the couch across from me. Strains of a rag in the air, with us all tapping along to it, the music vibrating through our feet and bones. Next thing I know, I'm looking down at the ivories of that Steinway, and we're all making a tune!

So you're single? No reason

S’pose I am! Got my eye on a fella…

if the standoff were to result in a tie, what would the next course of action be?

Well, hopefully Tati'd have no choice but to let us all coexist on here all peaceful-like! Right?