The Conservatory’s always nothing much minus common sense. 

Come out and practice, play, sample finding out 
the masked hostility and indecisiveness of music and its cultures  
backed up by inexact, multiple ways
of staying faithful to no faith, crooning accents  
from what we were taking before [give me a sec..] took hold,  
instantly endorsed as craft identity. 

[Retrieve the above.]

Retrieve identity and hardened m.o.’s from silences and retakes 
and feral feelings immersed in a prolonged cello lesson.