I miss so many chances to get laid doing the same thing. Annoyed by someones attempt to get in my pants. She probably has crabs anyway. Lets go get a drink.
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People in elevators...
- Thread starter Will Kelly
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The guy that hired us for his bar still calls my EUB an electric cello, even after he's heard it and I've corrected him, nicely. How's that for "ignoramusosity"? ( ignorance of things musical )
Will Kelly said:
Hahahaha I like the sentence " I had a steakhouse gig" like that's a thing! Not to be confused with a bagel bakery gig!
meh... this thread is not what I thought it would be
Real question! Has anyone ever wanted to start screaming WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!!!! in a elevator? I've always wanted to... hmmm some day, someday
Real question! Has anyone ever wanted to start screaming WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!!!! in a elevator? I've always wanted to... hmmm some day, someday
meh... this thread is not what I thought it would be
Real question! Has anyone ever wanted to start screaming WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!!!! in a elevator? I've always wanted to... hmmm some day, someday
No but one time I saw Letterman yell "Touchdown" in an elevator so I did it on a cruise ship elevator. It scared the crap out of everyone.
Still cracking up about your " steakhouse " gig. I think with your flair for public relations that the steakhouse is right where you belong. I didn't know Golden Corral had live music ...
Okay, on the topic of public misconceptions about big instruments in their bags (this even marginally involves an elevator):
A number of years ago, I was playing a small promo spot for a gig on the morning NPR show in St. Paul. This was with an opera company for which I played baroque harp - not as big as a concert harp, but about my height, 5'8". The station was downtown and we had to be there about 7am, so the streets were fairly deserted. I was carrying this thing in it's soft bag, which was actually just a sleeping bag, and to make it easier, I mostly carry it on my shoulder, balanced with one hand.
I don't pass many people on the street, but one guy walked by me very fast from behind, turned around and gave me a weird look and then hurried ahead, entering the same building I would be entering. When I entered, the elevator was just arriving, no one in sight, so I went up to the radio station floor.
I went to the studio and started unpacking, a few of my bandmates already there. The guy from the street emerges from the sound booth with a cup of coffee (turns out he works there) stops when he sees me, then hesitantly comes over as I have the harp half way out of the bag:
Him: You're the person I passed on the street, aren't you?
Me: Probably, I was just on the street (I didn't at first recognize having seen him)
Him: Where's the body you were carrying?
Me: What?????
Him: The body. You were carrying a body in a sleeping bag.
(keep in mind, my harp, half way out of the sleeping bag, is right at his feed as he's saying this)
Me: (pointing to the harp) No, I was carrying my harp.
Him: But, I saw the feet - it had tennis shoes on.
Me: What can I tell you? Harp. No body, no feet.
He just walked away shaking his head. Not sure he believed me, even then. People see what they want to see. (But he gave us good sound, that's what matters)
A number of years ago, I was playing a small promo spot for a gig on the morning NPR show in St. Paul. This was with an opera company for which I played baroque harp - not as big as a concert harp, but about my height, 5'8". The station was downtown and we had to be there about 7am, so the streets were fairly deserted. I was carrying this thing in it's soft bag, which was actually just a sleeping bag, and to make it easier, I mostly carry it on my shoulder, balanced with one hand.
I don't pass many people on the street, but one guy walked by me very fast from behind, turned around and gave me a weird look and then hurried ahead, entering the same building I would be entering. When I entered, the elevator was just arriving, no one in sight, so I went up to the radio station floor.
I went to the studio and started unpacking, a few of my bandmates already there. The guy from the street emerges from the sound booth with a cup of coffee (turns out he works there) stops when he sees me, then hesitantly comes over as I have the harp half way out of the bag:
Him: You're the person I passed on the street, aren't you?
Me: Probably, I was just on the street (I didn't at first recognize having seen him)
Him: Where's the body you were carrying?
Me: What?????
Him: The body. You were carrying a body in a sleeping bag.
(keep in mind, my harp, half way out of the sleeping bag, is right at his feed as he's saying this)
Me: (pointing to the harp) No, I was carrying my harp.
Him: But, I saw the feet - it had tennis shoes on.
Me: What can I tell you? Harp. No body, no feet.
He just walked away shaking his head. Not sure he believed me, even then. People see what they want to see. (But he gave us good sound, that's what matters)
I don't know about that, but give some of my friends a few beers and there'll be "live music" in no time.
No joke about this one. This seriously happened a couple of months ago. While hanging out with a drummer buddy of mine, some dude approached me. I could tell that he noticed my shirt which said: Bass Player for Hire. He looks at me and asks: "So is that have to do with fishing or what?" He was completely serious. I explained it to him, and the funny thing is that a girl asked me a similar thing just a while later.
Blackened Soul said:meh... this thread is not what I thought it would be
Real question! Has anyone ever wanted to start screaming WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!!!! in a elevator? I've always wanted to... hmmm some day, someday
I was on an elevator once with a college kid that started doing that in an Arabic voice. I grabbed him by the back of the neck, slammed him against the wall and another passenger and I held him there for the last 20 floors of the ride. He didn't think it was nearly as funny after that.
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Oh, you didn't say "Duh"? That makes the rest of the comversation as you relayed it a warm, friendly exchange and I'm sure the couple hope that they run into you again.
You had a chance to be nice to friendly strangers, but they were too stupid for you because they didn't know as much about musical instruments as you did. Would you like to have been treated in such a manner?
Back to people in elevators...In the university library, stepped into the elevator to go to the top floor. One other persons joins me, not a bad looking girl. Thing is, when we step in and the doors close, the lights turn off. So it's me and this girl, both going to the top floor of the library, standing in the pitch dark. 
It was possibly the most awkward moment I've had in a while. When she commented on the darkness I remained silent, just for the effect. The tension in the air could have been sliced with a tension cutter. The look on her face as we stepped out of elevator was one fraught with confusion/amusement. Despite the implicit possibility of making a new, rather hot acquaintance, I think it was worth the loss!
It was possibly the most awkward moment I've had in a while. When she commented on the darkness I remained silent, just for the effect. The tension in the air could have been sliced with a tension cutter. The look on her face as we stepped out of elevator was one fraught with confusion/amusement. Despite the implicit possibility of making a new, rather hot acquaintance, I think it was worth the loss!
If two people are in an elevator and someone farts, both parties are 100% sure of who did it.
If three or more people are in an elevator and someone farts, only one person is sure of the culprit.
Riis
If three or more people are in an elevator and someone farts, only one person is sure of the culprit.
Riis
