Which musical instrument to learn?

So, there’s this YouTube guy with the name of Brendan Kavanagh who likes to play public pianos to the delight and surprise of passersby. In one of his most recent videos he is trolling a loud cell phone user who eventually leaves the scene. This got me thinking: what if there hadn’t been a piano present? What would have BK done?

It got me thinking because of a story my Latin professor told us in school. Apparently, he was somewhat of a ladies’ man during his uni years (1940s) and liked to enrich our lives with anecdotes from his life.

He and his friend both fancied the same young lady. After many dates and attempts to get her to commit to one or the other suitor the three of them agreed to go on a communal date at the end of which the young lady would announce her choice of lover. It being the late 1940s and the students having almost no money they decided to go to the movies together followed by a very small dinner and finally coffee at the young ladies’ room where she would announce the winner of the contest.

And so it went. The evening went by in an excess of manly lovecraft, with the friend lugging his violin case everywhere because the trio met after their afternoon music lessons. My professor was confident that the friend’s bulky violin case would surely turn the young lady against him because she was frequently bumping into it. My professor was studying the piano and was therefore free of any such encumbrances.

Coffee arrived. And that is when the friend’s secret plan came to fruition. It soon became clear why he proposed that they meet directly after their music lessons. The “friend” pulled the violin out of its case and began serenading the young lady. She was completely overwhelmed and announced him the winner of the contest. My professor was fuming. He was fuming because he knew that he was a much better piano player than his friend a violin player but there was no piano in sight for him to prove his artistry. He left abruptly.

He concluded his story with this recommendation: “If you are going to learn to play a musical instrument pick one that you can carry with you!”

I always carry a harmonica with me. I can’t play it, but just in case.

Its been a while….

I know. Its been a while since I have written a new post.  Not that it matters to me. After all, I maintain this blog for my pleasure, not yours. Reader satisfaction is purely coincidental and not always guaranteed.

Truth is, I do check the stats once in a while. I don’t apply search engine optimization tricks so the stats are dismal, which suits me fine. As I said before, I do this for my pleasure and not because I want to preach to millions. It appears that I have a faithful following of about 350 readers, which prompts me to reach out and share my thoughts once in a while.

Sometimes I wonder what kind of people you are, dear readers. Why do you read this blog? I respect your desire to do so but I do question your motives. Not in a derogatory way, of course, but just wondering why. A typical early Sunday afternoon question, one might say.

Having just watched one of my up and coming young heroes win the Formula 1 race in Monza, Italy, and looking forward to the animalistic and aggressive “playing” style of Rafael Nadal later this afternoon at the U.S. Open tennis championship, I find myself in a rather mellow mood even though my hero, Roger Federer, was knocked out of the championship early on. My explanation: he is a mountain boy and does not do well in the heat and humidity of New York City in August. I know I wouldn’t. I would die after the first game, let alone a set.

Yes, I have heroes, for lack of a better word to describe people whom I admire for their poise, discipline, focus, and general humanity. They are just good people, especially Federer. I have never seen the man loose his cool on or off the court, unlike some of those louts in other, mostly team, sports, in the USA and abroad. Roger is just a true gentleman who loves his family and his sport. Why can’t I be more like him? Because I’m a lazy underachiever, that’s why. The secret is out.

Update: Nadal won his match after five grueling sets. He fought like a wounded tiger until the end and prevailed. Bravo!