HI James,

On Tue 2038-Aug-03 12:20, James Bradley (1:342/77) wrote to Richard Webb:


 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> ...
 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

JB> That's the *long* road to improvisation! 

And the wrong road .  WHen she would improvise though the parts
were lame so I wrote out her scat parts .

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

Yah heard of her.  NEver heard any of her stuff though.



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

JB> All too common/tragic. 

Yah it was kinda sad, I got over it though .  Kathy has
no musical talent whatsoever.  I even discourage her from
singing in the shower.  IT's not pleasing to the ear.    SHe sings to the
Rottweiler, and the dog loves it.  I start
looking for earplugs.

>smo[?
 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.

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

Yup.  I could go on.


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

JB> Err... Target practice. 

YEp, but they literally were munitions.  tHe pipers would
strike fear into the folks being attacked with all that
noise.


JB> ... Mad at your neighbor?  Buy his kid a drum!
Oh yah heard that one a lot.

A friend of mine used to own a store sold records, new and
used.  If we wanted to drive out the kids we'd just put on
some bagpipes.  THey'd leave.


Regards,
           Richard
--- timEd 1.10.y2k+