All good things must end

Okay, maybe I'm being melodramatic. We're just moving about a couple of miles away. Still, it's sad to pack up the music room and plaint it a bland color. Here's before:

And after :(

Tonight I dug a guitar out of the heap, though, and played some.  Here's a simple song by Wilco that talks about how disasters are inevitable, but life continues (not that moving qualifies as a disaster :), it's just what I felt like playing).