And for those of you who love “Star Wars,” too.
I’m ripping this off of my friend Bill, who’s posting it on his blog tomorrow and who made the mistake of sharing it with me today. Bad idea, Bill.
Bill is hosting a Silent Friday on his blog — I hope I got that right — so if you’re bored tomorrow, wander over to here.
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That, was awesome!
My Grandfather played piano in some silent movie theaters in Bristol, CT.
Of course, they didn’t know that the movies were silent, they just knew that they were watching a movie!
No kidding? About your grandfather, I mean? That’s very very cool. Is that where some of your musical ability comes from?
I guess. Although his day job was that of a driver for a doctor.
I have (actually, only two left) three uncles who played in bands, and one of them still does at 90.
My father did not, but he was some kind of great dancer.
Does that count?
My son is a musical savant of sorts. He picks up any instrument and plays.
I hate him…
Do you mind if I hate him, too? I have a brother like that. I refused to take piano lessons (because I thought they were assigned to me because I’m a girl) and my middle brother stepped in and just took that instrument and ran with it. He then taught himself banjo and guitar. He has a beautiful tenor voice and yeah, I hate him, too.
Go right ahead.
My son can’t sing a lick.
There is a God!
Well, then feel free to hate my brother because he can sing and play.
My brother and I have a thingy that we do whenever we say something negative about someone or thing, we say, “Do you hate him? I hate him, too!”
A little comradery goes a long way in my family.
That’s a beautiful way to bond, if you ask me.
My great-grandmother played the piano in silent movie theaters in Chicago. She was great at playing ragtime music, too, I was told.
I have no musical instrument talent. I took piano lessons as a kid, but talent was lacking. My brother had the talent. (What is it with brothers?) He played by ear and had both right and left hands that were coordinated. He played the banjo for awhile, but did’t stick with it. I think he played the drums in band. Now, he’s moved into developing other talents, like running marathons.
My great-great grandfather spoke 7 languages and that talent escaped me, too. I know no other languages unless you count pig-latin.
I can….let me think about that for awhile.
Eak-spay Ig-pay Atin-lay. That’s pretty stinking important, comes the revolution.