Thursday, October 19, 2006

Signs of aging?

While cruising around the radio dial I came upon a mellow tune which was heavy on the xylophone -- I liked it quite a bit.

Am I turning into my grandpa Davis? He's always been an easy listener -- it used to wreak havoc on my teenage central nervous system. Seriously, the bugs would try to escape my bone marrow every time I had to endure a ride in the car with him and that jazzy radio.

Up, up and awa-aay -- in my beautiful, my beautiful ba-loooon.


Blogger Karitown said...

I love that song. I love music. It always makes whatever I'm doing go by so much faster. Thanks for the smile.

5:37 PM  
Blogger Mel said...

i used to play the xylophones in band. they kicked ass. i was THE coolest auxiliary percussionist EVER.

8:40 AM  
Blogger kim said...

Band geek -- I should have known.

(One school I went to was huge, it was fun being in the marching band b/c we got to do formations. I never did learn how to play that clarinet - but boy can I march.)

10:07 AM  
Blogger Trish Ryan said...

Perhaps you can start a xylaphone band? I believe that's an unfilled niche in our musical world today...

(it may be unfilled for a reason, but there's room there, nonetheless :) )

12:36 PM  
Blogger Mel said...

hey! i used to play clarinet too! we're soul mates.

2:51 PM  

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