"That's my mind talkin'.."
Last night’s dreams were filled with unrepentant villains. Two separate dreams, one of which featured a friend’s child vomiting on me and another featuring a restauranteur’s bassoon-murdering offspring.
I dreamt I received a long, flat wooden box in the mail. Inside the box were...
and i shall call you..
For all.. well, zero of you that were quite concerned with what the mystical maids of the bassoon quartet were going to call themselves, the issue was resolved about two weeks ago...
Freelance bassoonist and carpenter of the reedy persuasion in Tucson, AZ.
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The Pedantic Bassoonist
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