It's a drummist thing.
The alcohol didn’t help.
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It's a drummist thing.
It's crystal clear....
Maybe Odin would like glass harp music. This dog likes to sing along with the high notes.
Maybe Odin would like glass harp music. This dog likes to sing along with the high notes.
For others, the blues.
When we lived in Greece for four years when I was kid, my dad could only rarely find a piano to play, and never for long, but he wasn't going to buy one and then have to sell it when we went home. I mentioned in the melodica thread that he got one of those. It wasn't enough to scratch the itch, though, so One Fine Day he bought an accordion. He did derive some measure of satisfaction from it, until one time when our boxer dog happened to be indoors when the accordion came out. The dog sat in front of Dad and sang along. Dad got a real charge out of it at first, but it soon became annoying to the point where he'd put the dog outside before getting the accordion out. But then, of course, the dog would start barking to come in when he heard the music. Shutting him up in another room wasn't the answer, either, because he'd bark there, too. He wanted to be sitting at Dad's feet and singing. So the accordion want back in its case, and it in the closet. It rarely came out the rest of our stay. Dad must have been wondering what he had to do to get a keyboard under his fingers for just a little bit of uninterrupted playing.

Well, that was quite aMaybe Odin would like glass harp music. This dog likes to sing along with the high notes.
I just stumbled across this selection for Twofer Tuesday:
I didn’t know that those two did anything together. It was great!
Is it just me or does Pavarotti’s eyebrows remind you of the episode of Seinfeld where Elaine draws new eyebrows on Uncle Leo?
You're right, it wasn't Noah, but Jonah.The great abyss of Tuesday, too close to Monday to feel welcome and too far from Friday to feel optimistic. Noah wasn't swallowed by a whale. Noah was swallowed by a time eddy named Tuesday and was spit out the next day.
You're right, it wasn't Noah, but Jonah.![]()