Hell yeah, the band’s again on! The previous couple of minutes did have me fearful, what with the mass panic on deck and the ship tilting at a quite inconvenient 20° angle. The vibes have been means off. A little bit of stay music is simply the factor to place my thoughts relaxed ’til they wrangle up extra of these lifeboats.
It’s really a very good factor I’m not in a single already. I imply, that entire “ladies and youngsters first” rule? Superb by me. That offers the band an opportunity to skip all of the bubblegum crap and play actual music—you already know, stuff for 30-year-old males with a lot of opinions. Lastly, our time to shine.
Say… you there, clinging to the railing for pricey life: would you want to listen to some info about jazz?
Ouch! Type of a disgrace he misplaced his grip proper as I used to be about to get to the good things. He regarded sort of like a poser anyway.
Yo, musicians! Wished to allow you to cats know that I’m actually digging your sound. Very righteous. How about you decide up the tempo a little bit, do one thing with a little bit extra swing? The deck hasn’t been this clear all journey, and daddy is within the temper to bounce. And by dance, I imply nod rhythmically whereas scrutinizing each notice you play.
I don’t technically know something about precise musical principle or composition, no. I even have zero expertise enjoying any sort of instrument. However I do take into account my style to be world-class. I’ve a sprawling phonograph assortment, and I’ve gone on a whole bunch of first dates to music halls and concert events. Although not too many second dates, weirdly sufficient. I bear in mind this one chick I went out with who–
There you go, solution to pump up the quantity! I used to be about to inform a very shaggy dog story, however that’s okay. Gotta minimize the chatter and get again to the music. I get it. I’m a little bit bored with the Bach stuff, although. Come on, man, whip off your white gloves and take these cello strings for a stroll. Now that the ship’s alarm bell has stopped going off—assist should be mainly right here already—don’t be afraid to jam a little bit bit.
Are you able to dig the movement of the ocean? I can, since I’m already underwater from the knees down.
Usually I’d be a little bit extra freaked out, however since my boys are nonetheless out right here making candy music, how dangerous may it actually be? If we have been actually about to die, you’d most likely do me a stable and play one thing I really like. I really like how centered you all are proper now, not even making eye contact with me. Aside from that clarinet participant who is completely sobbing over there. Light-weight, a lot?
I’ve been on a fairly large Scott Joplin kick recently. Largely his early stuff, earlier than he offered out. You buddies with him? Ever tour with the Jop’ man? And even know any of his tunes? I introduced a few his albums with me, however I’ve a strict rule towards lending out my data. Additionally, all of the stuff in my cabin is just about coated in iceberg at this level.
So possibly you can do me a stable and swap up the setlist? Realistically, we solely have a number of extra minutes earlier than the remainder of us are rescued.
Dude. “Nearer, My God, to Thee?” What sort of Sunday college granny bullshit is that? I believed you guys have been cool, however it seems I’ve been spending all night time speaking to a bunch of mainstream phonies. I might smack you proper within the face if I wasn’t busy treading water. What do it’s a must to say to that? Do you understand how dumb you guys sound correct now, simply gasping for breath whereas your enamel chatter?
That’s so typical of the music trade at the moment, man. Folks would quite nearly instantly drown than admit they’re improper. Now I’m simply floating alone within the ocean like a jerk, with nothing to entertain me aside from my life flashing earlier than my eyes.
Wait! Why lookee right here, one last lifeboat is heading straight in my route! There’s loads of room too. Hey, over right here! Assist! Come decide me up so I can spend the following a number of hours rating my prime 50 barbershop quartet singles! Spoiler alert: “Danny Boy” doesn’t even crack the highest 20.
What’s that? You’re every saving a seat for a buddy? All good. I used to be really hoping {that a} Coast Guard boat would decide me up as an alternative. They’ve obtained a reasonably candy band—may be capable of catch their set again at base. My cousin’s ex-roommate performs the gong for them.
Anyway, don’t fear about me. You assume the man who camped out in a single day for Jelly Roll Morton tickets can’t swim for a couple of minutes? I’ll be simply fantastic, child. Sticking round longer than I ought to—that’s my whole deal.
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