Sunday Morning hung over, argh, listening to a Vivaldi Sopranino Recorder Concerto in bed... yum !
So I snuck away with my Flamenca to share some sweetness with her on the stairs. I hoped solely to bring Vivaldi out but another Tony also came along with a little Django and I was there too.
Maggie, nose bothering her, snuck out after, phone in hand, hoping to catch me in the middle of something.
It is probably fortunate that I wasn't trying to swing at the time.
I Didn't quite know where to put this but my classical technique is novel as a basis for improvisation so here it is.
Maybe I should start bringing my own pyjamas when I visit.
D.
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Sounds good! Stairs compliment your soft touch but you make it sing.
Pyjamas I'm not an expert on so I won't comment. Mine mostly consist of t-shirts I stubbornly want to keep but my wife is passively trying to let me know she doesn't want me to wear in public like my NoMeansNo t-shirt.
(lack of talent aside) I live in a single storey house; with no stairs!
What to do?
www.scoredog.tv
Haha, my thoughts exactly!