Thursday, April 2, 2009

Swing at the Symphony!

Swing concert at the symphony, what a fabulous time, and with what excellent company. We danced in our seats. The conductor wore a white suit jacket, black patent leather shoes and danced about on the podium looking as if he turned and smiled his teeth would flash a brilliant white gleam like a cartoon character or a star from an old black and white movie. The drummer was rocking out, looking, in his suit and tie and balding head, like a business man who had just let loose and was having the time of his life. One of the violinists bopped to the music in her chair whenever she wasn't playing, and the trumpet soloist grabbed the singer in the middle of a number and danced her about the front of the stage. The clarinet players, on the other hand, disapproved of the whole proceedings and alternatively left the stage, looked bored, cleaned their clarinets and fell asleep. All of which set me into a fit of giggles in the middle of the quietest number.

oh yeah, and Nelson and Jeanette do sing the Indian Love Call eventually... pants that could hold entire bunnies in the top bits in Nelson's case. If the fancy took him that way.

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