Monday, September 17, 2007
Ok! Enough of that! What's done is done. It's all good.
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My poor poor fingers.....Music should be a health hazard. The strain put into one's fingers/hands/arms/legs/ears is simply backbreaking. Oh yes, my back is suffering too.
And my eyes! All that staring at little wee notes has taken its toll. I need contacts.
An interesting conversation I had with a saxophonist last week -
Him: And apparently, brass and wind players are great kissers.
Me: Oh really.
Him: Sure! With all that lip and mouth action whilst playing, we've taken kissing to an art form.
Me: Don't forget the tongue.
Him: Oh yes. We're good at that especially.
Me: Staccato is produced by flutter tonguing.
Him: 'tis.
(pause)
Him: So you're a pianist and violinist.
Me: Correct.
Him: What are they good at?
Me: Oh, lots of things.
Him: Such as....
Me: Well, we have to work on fingering a lot.
Him: *raises brows*
Me: Alright. Change of subject!
I am surrounded by horny music students.
Help.
the beauty exposed ;
