it used to fit rather well.......now at 295#, it tends to lay at a 45 degree angle across my belly
Its still the coolest sounding thing though
Poets make enough to afford all this gear at Princeton?!
Dear Hiring Committee,
There was a young man from Nantucket...
It occurs to me that much of his success in this odd endeavor derives from the fact that he just didn't know the whole thing was impossible, that his dearth of musicality, advanced age and lack of Rock Star lips meant that it was flatly impossible for him to become the thing he had decided he wanted to become. Then again, some of that obtuseness might have derived from being male in the first place.
Unlike women, for whom menopause serves as an unignorable transition, a line dividing one part of life from another, men have no midlife marker to brake before, or even to steer around, in the hinterland from their youth to their age; there is only a great, elastic middle. Is it any wonder they lose track of where they are, and think they can do anything? And evidence being what it is, I'm forced to concur. Should Paul waltz in tomorrow and announce that he has decided to become an engineer, a painter or a matinee idol, I'm afraid I will be forced to give him the benefit of the doubt.
P.S. Lemme know if you need any help, hon.
We are overrun with guitars. I rearranged the furniture in our bedroom so that hubby could have the guitars tucked away next to his bed . . . so he can reach over and grab one when he feels like it . . .
Of course, he can actually play. (He played in a band before we met).
And he doesn't complain about my harpsichord (he actually had it made for me for our 25th anniversary) . . . or all the time I spend singing at church functions . . . or my expenses for trialing my dog . . . or my horse . . .
Live and let live, is what I always say.
About Paul Muldoon: A Profile:
I confess I never heard of this guy. I'm impressed that Seamus Heaney recommends him, because Heaney is a real poet. But poets tend to recommend poets, regardless, and I can't say that I think much of the two samples included in this profile.
I totally know how that guy feels. In my basement, I have this really cool accordion...
"I once fell asleep listening to Bob Dylan at the Beacon Theater."
Don't care what she has to say after this little nugget.
LOL my hubby bought a bass gutiar two years ago.I was stunned!
he had never played any instrument before ,didnt know how to read music or what a chord was. but lo and behold he is in a band that plays locally a couple times a month and he plays on our church worship team. this was a side of my hubby i'd never seen before but what the hey it keeps him interesting and at least he cleaned the shop out back up before turning it into a studio full of equipment and guys coming over to play on the weekend.
A. A large pizza can feed a family of four.
Hilarious! But mainly because it hits pretty close to home!
Too bad she did say she threw her underwear on stage on slept with the rest of the band...it would have rendered the article...satisfying.
In medical circles, it's simply called a bad case of GAS - guitar acquisition syndrome.
Say NYC GOP Chick, do me a favor - eh? I've been searching for weeks about Hillary's 2006 contest in the great state of New York. I can't find anything. Nothing. If, in your journey through New York's online publications, find any mention of that upcoming election, could you please post it here on FR? Yahoo is shooting blanks at the moment...