tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32734453.post8602832670690209954..comments2024-03-09T00:58:19.040-08:00Comments on THE WORLD IS A STAGE: MuzakJAY JOHNSONhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04209913484299156278noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32734453.post-38364204089859646342015-05-27T12:50:07.817-07:002015-05-27T12:50:07.817-07:00I wish I'd learned to play piano. When I was ...I wish I'd learned to play piano. When I was a kid in grade school, there was a door to door salesman selling accordion lessons for the local accordion school. I still remember him standing on the porch with that glittery instrument strapped to him. I was hooked.<br />It took me two years to figure out nobody wanted to hear me play the accordion.<br /><br />And nobody ever wanted me to take it out of the case when we had company.<br /><br />I've written a couple of musicals. I can write the right hand in the key of C. I have to hire somebody who CAN play piano and HUM the left hand to them. <br /><br />I envy people who can play piano.<br /><br />Wonder if it's too late to learn piano. :-) <br />P. Greciannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32734453.post-68388526176184326462015-05-26T14:08:40.990-07:002015-05-26T14:08:40.990-07:00Jay, I love this. Growing up in Wichita Falls prod...Jay, I love this. Growing up in Wichita Falls produced the exact thoughts when we went to Luby's Cafeteria on Sundays. I was 8 years old The cafeteria had the same set-up, I had just finished Mr. Johnson's Little Red Book for piano...had finished the last Indian piece in the book and had the attitude I could do anything on the piano, and decided I could eventually get this guys job. The next day I looked at my first sheet music. Game over. I still think about it, though.<br /><br />Love the joke......Be well.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com