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Little Rylan (nephew, 6 years). He is really cool. And he does Piano lessons. Which are cool, aren't they? *stern look*
Anyway, he had to do a concert last night with about 20 other people doing it as well. He played Old McDonald, and did it well. He only missed out 3 notes. :-)
Rylan went to sit with his friends, leaving me between a very attractive 25-ish year old woman and an old woman that smelled like when you've had a Dog climbing on you. Spent most of the time slouched down, then nearly fell off my chair. Then I sat up and realised how tall I was. (In a room full of infants and old ladies :-D)
It was funny, watching these 5-14 year old kids all being better than me on a piano. I can play Frere Jacquios, and something which vaguely sounds like the opening to the Star Wars theme. And when I say 'can play' I mean 'could play 6 years ago'.
Got some enjoyment over the little kids who were rubbish and sat there and played 3 notes, whilst the teacher did all the other stuff. I don't like making fun of children, but these were different - it was the only time that night I knew I had a chance at being better than someone.
Anyway, that was my evening yesterday. Little brats got to all the Orange Squash first, then I had to drink water than smelled like coffee.
Anyway, he had to do a concert last night with about 20 other people doing it as well. He played Old McDonald, and did it well. He only missed out 3 notes. :-)
Rylan went to sit with his friends, leaving me between a very attractive 25-ish year old woman and an old woman that smelled like when you've had a Dog climbing on you. Spent most of the time slouched down, then nearly fell off my chair. Then I sat up and realised how tall I was. (In a room full of infants and old ladies :-D)
It was funny, watching these 5-14 year old kids all being better than me on a piano. I can play Frere Jacquios, and something which vaguely sounds like the opening to the Star Wars theme. And when I say 'can play' I mean 'could play 6 years ago'.
Got some enjoyment over the little kids who were rubbish and sat there and played 3 notes, whilst the teacher did all the other stuff. I don't like making fun of children, but these were different - it was the only time that night I knew I had a chance at being better than someone.
Anyway, that was my evening yesterday. Little brats got to all the Orange Squash first, then I had to drink water than smelled like coffee.
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Gerrid, that's twice you've said that, and twice I haven't got it. Is it just me??? Explain please, :-D
Evidently so.
my son's name is also bort
Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow
I return
Like the clappers
I return
Like the clappers
no, it's you ash.
skitzphrenia getting you down?
skitzphrenia getting you down?
I thought he was Tribute?
Ha. King cool has returned to praise Asher once again.
i agree with asher d on this 100 percent .
little kids are goody woody
cool out
little kids are goody woody
cool out
I played the clarinet.
I prefer to listen.
Although I'd love to write a song that actualy meant something to somebody oneday.
That'd be the best thing ever.
I prefer to listen.
Although I'd love to write a song that actualy meant something to somebody oneday.
That'd be the best thing ever.
My dad plays the organ. My sister plays the keyboard. I play the... um... oh, wait, I didn't get musical talent, it sort of mutated into artistic talent (strange, considering no-one else in my family can draw)
I can play Robocop, Terminator and I used to be able to play Beverly Hills Cop. Oh, and I can also play the alley theme from Under A Killing Moon (old adventure game) and I even put it in my phone, and I use it as my ringtone. Boo ya
I can play Robocop, Terminator and I used to be able to play Beverly Hills Cop. Oh, and I can also play the alley theme from Under A Killing Moon (old adventure game) and I even put it in my phone, and I use it as my ringtone. Boo ya
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