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Well, says the clarinet player with a dictionary in her
purse, let me tell you about bagpipes! There are several
varieties... but the bagpipes which are probably most familiar to
most people are the Scottish war pipes. They can sound great from
half a mile or so away. While they are inspiring to some they do
strike fear into the hearts of others, especially in close
proximity.
When I said "Meet you at the coda," scant few would know
what I was talking about. That was my cue to leave.
Ah... very good! Dallas & I exchange certain non-verbal
signals when one of us has decided it's about time to
leave some social gathering. And Nora often finds the
sign language abbreviation for "toilet" useful, as do we.
For the former, "coda" means "the car," not "the caboose".
Just when I think I've figured out what you mean,
you speak even more in riddles than usual. I see how you
might use "coda" to mean a conclusion of some sort... or
even Calgary Olympic Development Association... but how do
you get "car" out of "coda"?? Apparently there's a battery-
operated car made by a company named Coda. If you have
one, though, it's news to me. The only other idea I can
come up with is that after certain gatherings you call a
taxi. ;-)
"There she goes again!" (IOW, "At-a girl!" P-)
Glad you like it.... :-) :-) :-)
I've heard it said that the Irish people gave the
Scottish people the bagpipes as a joke, and as yet
the latter haven't figured out the joke.... ;-)
I heard in a movie that Freud said - and I'll paraphrase,
"The Irish are the only race immune to psychotherapy."
Well... I reckon he & they were on different wave lengths!
Freud was a pioneer whose ideas others disputed and/or clarified later.
Those who could afford his services may also have had different priorities than those who were struggling for physical survival (or
still felt they needed to) in the wake of the Irish Potato
Famine. It's often said the Irish drown their sorrows, but
I have known many women who would recount their life story
after half a glass of wine. I imagine the latter could be
a folk version of psychoanalysis.... :-/
Seen recently in a music classroom, on the
teacher's desk... a box of kleenex labelled "ROOM (222) FLU
KIT". Offhand, I can't think of any Scottish comedians.
But I know this teacher & I know he's of Scottish
extraction. :-)
Arghh! Time for a Mommy Brag.
It seems our efforts have paid off.... :-)
Can I spend a week at your home? <L> I am *so* out of
practice!
Sure, if you don't mind sleeping in the back yard.
We can introduce you to the music therapist & the cuties
in the French horn section... [grin].
When you are called to the "coda", the song (night out)
is about to end.
Not the caboose "end". *8-0
When I found a room full of time-waste, I knew that
was my exit call.
When the elder Hintons find it's time to "coda" the
night, they get in their carriage.
When Nora's had enough of this.... <G+D>
Not the caboose "end". *8-0
Ah, the conclusion of the coda? To me a caboose is a rail
car added to the rear end of a train. The caboose is different from
all the other cars. With luck you'll see a man sitting there who
will wave at the kids & the young at heart who wave at him. But the
coda is different from the rest of the song too. That's where the
would-be screech trumpeters (for example) take the last few notes up
an octave, without regard for the agony they may be inflicting on
the clarinet section. Either way there's some sort of parting
ritual.... :-)
Okay. But as a former teacher & as a parent living life
in the slow lane, I break the task into smaller steps. First I warn
Nora that we're about to leave. I allow her a few minutes to get
used to the idea. I may also help her put on her splint & shoes.
Then I ask whether she needs to use the toilet before we depart.
Then we have to get out of the place. If there are stairs, Dallas &
I will have to assist her in getting down just as we did when she
was going up. If we've brought the wheelchair along & if we're not
within walking distance of home, it will take us another five
minutes or so to strap down the wheelchair etc. before we can drive
away. And as a student of language I know "coda" is more accurately translated as the "tail" rather than the "end". The end is where
you see a thin line & a fat line parallel to each other.... :-))
Ya, those wet-naps do little but kill off beneficial bacteria along
with the bad, but what else do we have?
Richard Webb wrote to James Bradley <=-
On Tue 2038-Jul-20 09:58, James Bradley (1:342/77) wrote to Ardith
Hinton:
<big snip>
Yes, it seems unfair to me that parents have to pay for
parking at BCCH when they are helping the staff take care of their own kids while other volunteers get free parking. Oh... and I
I was on the list of volunteers that came out to play their
nice Steinway in the atrium, so I'd go down to the atrium,
and if nobody was playing it I'd sit down and play, wait
for Kathy to call me on the ham radio portable and go push
to next appointment, return to the piano.
THen, on the way out, I'd stop by the information desk,
have the clerk there punch my parking ticket, hand
attendant the
punched ticket on our way out, no charge <grin>.
I was on the list of volunteers that came out to play their
nice Steinway in the atrium, so I'd go down to the atrium,
and if nobody was playing it I'd sit down and play, wait
for Kathy to call me on the ham radio portable and go push
to next appointment, return to the piano.
THen, on the way out, I'd stop by the information desk,
have the clerk there punch my parking ticket, hand
attendant the
punched ticket on our way out, no charge <grin>.
Nice: How could this affect me?
A) Brush up on my marimba chops, and buy me a new instrument. B)
Cart in a trap-set and give them a hair-metal drum solo.
C) Learn piano.
But, then I'd need a volunteer to take my appointments; A tall order
with all the poking and prodding they've been administering! <L>
Ow... I can find me a wife without a day-gig that can tickle the
ivories. I just can't imagine what *that* eHarmony add would look
like. <scratching head> "Send audition tape to..."
... Perfect pitch by correspondence. Now, that's a perfect pitch! -Musselwhite,J
Ya, those wet-naps do little but kill off beneficial
bacteria along with the bad, but what else do we have?
the same for the anti-bacterial soaps, too... and folk
wonder why their kids get so sick all the time... they
just don't realize that you cannot build up an immunity
without being exposed... truly a sad state of affairs :?
And, as this old audio engineer, bass man and
keyboard player
learned years ago, bagpipes were meant to do just
that, especially the "war pipes" mentioned. THey
were designed as munitions.
Bag pipes, and some opera singers were not something
taken into consideration when most modenr recording
facilities were built. Tried recording both in the
average studio.
AT one in st. Louis where I worked we had trouble
even in our big live room recording a pipe band.
I think they finally did that project in a high
school gym <grin>.
in the tradition of this thread of musician jokes
What do you call a trombone player with a pager?
An optimist.
What do you call a guitar player without a girlfriend?
HOmeless.
Hi & welcome, Richard! Recently you wrote in a message to Ardith
Hinton:
And, as this old audio engineer, bass man and
keyboard player
Uh-huh. I've seen messages from you in other echoes, and
you strike me as a man of good sense.... :-)
learned years ago, bagpipes were meant to do just
that, especially the "war pipes" mentioned. THey
were designed as munitions.
Music hath charms to soothe the savage b(r)east... or
whatever. ;-)
Bag pipes, and some opera singers were not somethingOooh, not fun. I remember a kid whacking on a snare drum
taken into consideration when most modenr recording
facilities were built. Tried recording both in the
average studio.
Ahh. Some time ago, I helped a kid tune his drones in a
four by six foot practice room. I won't make that mistake again... [chuckle].
Makes sense to me! Dallas & I have performed in school
gyms... both as teachers and as musicians. With a concert band or
pit orchestra a big live room enhances the sound where it tends to disappear into the rafters of a gym. With a pipe band the apparent reduction in volume could be desirable.... :-))
Thankyou for adding to it.
Laughter is good medicine. On a physical level, it can
exercise the diaphragm & improve the functioning of the immune
system... on a psychological level, I think being able to laugh at
oneself is important too. :-)
What do you call a trombone player with a pager?
An optimist.
What do you call a guitar player without a girlfriend?
HOmeless.
Or we could just substitute the word "musician" in either
case! But seriously, I believe Deepak Chopra has a point when he
says what we love to do is the key to what we should be doing. And
I reckon you understand that. :-)
Ah. I'm reminded there of the adage "Be careful what you wish for...
Classically trained, I would imagine....
My sincere condolences. No doubt you & she did the best you knew h
to do then, but maybe she was right that something didn't really "click". :