Snapshot! The G. @ 13: V. tall, v.skinny, v. short haired, v. blonde, v. committed to wearing a long tweed coat with sleeves, raglan. V. Watts. Also, ginormous tortoiseshell glasses. Okay, maybe more Stef.
Royal we spent 3 (long) years not only being a foot taller than any other creature my age, but also dragging this to school. It involved a walk down a highway (other school buses; construction workers) to a bus stop, and then a bus ride, where I could only sit up front because of my behemoth case size. I talked mostly with a late-to-come-out kid named Craig and the bus driver, Irma, who wore giant plastic earrings and smoked out the vent window.
I was driving to a meeting today (after, wait for it: conducting a pre-interview on the phone while navigating the Wilson bridge. PROFESH) and realized I can still use these lips for good, and not evil. I still got my buzz on. Does anyone have a trumpet they aren't using? I would like to re-learn an instrument. I am thinking trumpet, since many moons ago I conquered the shit out of some Glenn Miller on it's larger and supposedly more difficult cousin. Please email if you have trumpet I can borrow.
Pennsylvania 6-5000, peace.
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have you talked to your mother-in-law? Because I do believe your husband was first chair trumpet, or whatever you call it, back in elementary school. There's got to be one kicking around their house.
Also, if you decide that its not your lips, but your fingers and arms that need to be put to good use, I believe there is an accordion in the attic as well.
i thought of that actually.
if someone plays accordian we can start a POLKA BAND TO BE RECKONED WITH.
polka METAL. polka ACID PUNK. polka MATH ROCK.
and with this, we have reached a new nadir of dorkiness.
-banonymous
brts' jealous of my musical prowess.
yes. i spent many long, lonely nights at home as a teenager, wishing that a french horn instructor would come into my life and set me free.
my instructor was a 65 year old dude with glasses who yelled a lot. And I never stayed home alone nights. I had moxie.
OOOH! Or you know what???? A FIDDLE. I could learn to fiddle.
Being myself a be-scarred veteran of both the trumpet (burned up with the house in '97) and the daggum fiddle (sold to pawn shop in haste after humiliating public butchering of Pach.'s Canon in D Minor), I would like to heartily recommend...
THE CONCERTINA. Or maybe a Theramin. One filled with Fellinidwarf goodness, the other a Twilight Zone bonanza. Either way, you can't go wrong. Especially if you're wearing a Liberace shirt.
oh my god i totally forgot you part of the trumpet brigade. seriously, how could i have forgotten that?
i also totally forgot the "Burn to Shine" moment of Casa De Breeze in '97, I am a dope. Otherwise I would have totally made you let me borrow that trumpet.
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