To the Boss:
Dammit, did you get my email? You got the wrong guy! The wise cracker is repeating over and over: “He made a boo-boo! He made a boo-boo!” Even the “Little-Crow” messed up. F^ck!
We messed up again! Per a brutal audience, the accompanist kept looking at his hands; whereas you and I are sight-readers and ad-libers.
Although I only had one-three years of BASIC piano lessons, I’m quite good for someone self-taught. If given a chance, I can do concert piano: Chopin, Beethoven, Sergei, etc.
Plus, my younger brother, who is also self-taught, and I “feel” the keyboard/notes and could “hear/memorize” the tune when performing. He can look away/play with his eyes closed like you. Argh!
I can tell Chris can do better than me and (per Carl) performs “urban-style”, like moi! So, you egg-heads are overloaded with theories and such. Keep It Simple.
Are you sure we aren’t related? Y’all feel like distant relatives/cousins to me because I’m a joker! I like your Mom, the St. Claire prayer, and religion overall because it keeps my hard rocker blood cool, calm, and relaxed.
“God Will Provide For All That We Need” (Except a good accompanist!) Wise cracker told me: “Oh, you be quiet!” Bahaha!
I’m gonna let y’all suffer for your trangressions/insult against moi. Evil Kitty must be appeased with nom-noms, like, say, dinner? Oh, Lord! Y’all cracking me up!
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