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Twain, on practice and the neighbors
Twain, on practice and the neighbors
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STME58
455 posts
Jun 02, 2013
10:36 PM
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I ran across this and, as a trombonist, it piqued my interest. Twain goes on to lambaste many instruments but somehow misses the harmonica, as close as he gets is the accordion. Even so, the essay is one many of us may relate to.
Here is the first line, the one that caught my attention;
"If it please your neighbor to break the sacred calm of night with the snorting of an unholy trombone, it is your duty to put up with his wretched music and your privilege to pity him for the unhappy instinct that moves him to delight in such discordant sounds."
If you want to read the rest go here;
Twain on amateur musicians
Perhaps it would be good to keep a copy on hand to give to any neighbor who complains about your practicing, on second thought, maybe not, they might have matches!
Last Edited by STME58 on Jun 02, 2013 10:39 PM
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FMWoodeye
653 posts
Jun 03, 2013
6:06 AM
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I am "allowed" to practice the harp, not amplified, in the basement in the evening with the TV on. To practice the bone, I go out to the garage, shut the main door, go into my insulated office and use a straight mute. Weather permitting, I also turn on the air conditioner to help mask the sound.
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STME58
456 posts
Jun 03, 2013
8:25 AM
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I after reading FMWoodeye's post, I think I know why Twain did not turn his acid wit on harmonica players, He could not hear them over the other instruments!
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lumpy wafflesquirt
722 posts
Jun 04, 2013
9:43 AM
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I used to use my trombone to tell the time.
if you wake up in the night and want to know the time, open the window and play the trombone. Someone is bound to open their window and shout 'shut up don't you know it's half past two in the morning' :^)
[apologies to Spike Milligan]
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"Come on Brackett let's get changed"
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FMWoodeye
656 posts
Jun 04, 2013
4:10 PM
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Well, at least I know I will never starve as long as I have the trombone. Any time of night or day, I can go to a street corner, play the bone and get arrested. They feed ya in jail, ya know.
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