Greg (popping in a contemporary jazz cd): Try to really listen. This guy is a genius.
Me: Bill Evans? Urgh.
Bill Evans: Noodle, noodle.
Me: It’s like he can’t decide what tune to play.
Greg: It's complex.
Bill: Dum de dum, ho hum. Pling, plong!
Me: Going up! Third floor, ladies underwear!
Bill: Needle, needle.
Me: What instrument is he playing, coz I think he might be plucking on my LAST NERVE.
Greg: OK. You pick something.
Me: Eighties Brit Pop it is.
About Me
- Rachel
- I am a former (British) New Yorker now living in the middle of effing nowhere on Secret Lake. It's actually quite pretty. I have a husband named Greg, and a profoundly gifted son named Robert.
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Fight Club
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Secret Lake's Bravest
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Frog. (Click me.)
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The Best Ice Cream in CT
Some Like it Hot
Pitcher's Mound
The sun's rays split through a prism of raindrops.
Keats was wrong. Newton didn't ruin the rainbow by explaining it. Neither did Robert.
Baked Goods
A bug's life...
...hangs in the balance.
Play Misty for Me
The Dock is Back, #1
#2
#3
Ours is the green one on the right.
The Beach in Spring
The Aquaskipper
Click on Me
Crack Fox
"I'll make you wear a dress and hurt you."
Memento Mori
Jules & Lauren
Mwah!
Happy Birthday, Georgie!
Easter Eggs
A Blue Jay and a Pigeon
1 comments:
LOL I have these same conversations. I can't stand be-bop jazz.
Warf (from Star Trek's TNG) said, "It is a cacophony of noise."
I tend to agree. :o)
Shell (from TAGMAX)
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