MOM, THIS IS SUCKING! I usually don’t tell cute kid stories, but sometimes they really crack me up, in the funny way, not the going-to-an-asylum way.
Tonight I was walking downtown with my kids and we stopped on the sidewalk to listen to this amazing cellist who plays there a lot. The following exchange is absolutely true, word for word:
K (5 yrs old): Mom, let’s go! This is making me sad!
Me: Really? What kind of music makes you sad?
M (3 yrs old): (thinking very hard, listening…) Slow music.
Me: And what kind of music makes YOU sad? (to K)
K: (emphatically, without pausing) The kind I don’t like, and that YOU DO!
It was so well-spoke, I passed out dollars for them to give the cellist and we went on our (now) merry way.
Unfortunately we later passed a saxophonist and K mentioned that he liked it – not the song he was playing, but the instrument. Sigh…….that made me sad. For anyone getting all twisted up and ready to defend the almighty saxamophone, let me just remind you of something:
That’s right. Clarence Clemmons. Think Hall & Oates. ”Maneater.” Most saxphone solos and/or giant loud suits from the 1980′s can be attributed to Mr. Clemmons. Then I believe he gave them to Arsenio Hall for a second lap. I’m not having it. Not if I can help it. To quote a noted sage, also hailing from the 1980′s time capsule, “New York’s all right – if you like saxophones.”
Not to sully New York in any fashion.
Just so any still-defensive horn players or lovers know I’m not all bad, I want to make it clear that I just finished my newest iTunes playlist entitled “The Importance of Being Burt, Henry, Quincy, Herbie or Tom,” (as in Bacharach, Mancini, Jones, Mann and Alpert, and Jones again..no relation) and there’s lots of brass in all sorts of appropriate applications. (Subtitle: “The Importance of not Being Clarence.”) For $.25 I’ll share the list of titles, just start with the Casino Royale Theme. Trumpets are okay by me.
Kim
(me at the Grand Canyon, where I used to store all of my opinions until it plum filled up…)
