-=> Richard Webb wrote to James Bradley <=-

 RW> 
 RW> I was on the list of volunteers that came out to play their
 RW> nice Steinway in the atrium, so I'd go down to the atrium,
 RW> and if nobody was playing it I'd sit down and play, wait
 RW> for Kathy to call me on the ham radio portable and go push
 RW> to next appointment, return to the piano.


 JB> Nice: How could this affect me?
...
 JB> Ow... I can find me a wife without a day-gig that can tickle the
 JB> ivories. I just can't imagine what *that* eHarmony add would look
 JB> like.  "Send audition tape to..."

 RW>   I love it.  HEy, I wanted a wife with good
 RW> vocal chops, got one, master's in vocal music.  
 RW> had to
 RW> teach her hat to scat sing though.  USed to write out her
 RW> scat parts to be honest.  sYllables, notes and all.  Taught

That's the *long* road to improvisation! 

I saw Shirley Manson 
interviewed on a late night talk show, where she extolled the detriment to
dating drummers. Maybe I *will* pick up the mallets again. (Now, where *did* I
put those mallets? B-)

 RW> her to do some percussion, bongo and congas drums.

So she too, could join the musician's union???? 

 RW> We lasted 9 years, then she wanted a divorce, crawled back
 RW> in her cocoon.

All too common/tragic. 

 JB> ... Perfect pitch by correspondence. Now, that's a perfect pitch!
 JB> -Musselwhite,J

 RW> Yah, another version of perfect pitch, tossing the
 RW> accordion out the car window at 70 mph.
 RW> Ah no, here we go again, musician jokes.

Is it that time of the year again? [All the while, thinking of the half built
sections of fence with drying paint.]


 RW> Then there's bagpipes, those things ain't musical
 RW> instruments, they're munitions.

Err... Target practice. 


... Mad at your neighbor?  Buy his kid a drum!
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