Saturday, April 23 |
Tubas, Trumpets & Trombones
I rented Finding Neverland. Two thumbs up. And Johnny Depp is pretty. Also rented the second Bridget Jones. No thumbs up. She ends up in a Thai prison. One of many low points. (Sorry, I didn't mean to "ruin" the movie for anyone. But trust me, it'll be pretty well ruined for you too the second it opens with a scene of Renee Z's ass.) Exciting weekend here in Marshall. Completely unrelated, I wish I was musical. As in not tone deaf. I don't want to try out for American Idol, I'm not talking singing. But I wish I could play piano or guitar or oboe or something. I'm not sure what I would do with this particular talent, but it would be nice to have. It would make a fun party fact... Did you know that I'm an accomplished piccolo player? ...People would be intrigued. SOTD: Death Cab for Cutie, Transatlanticism
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