Dustin LindenSmith

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First, a yuk, most highly targeted at fellow Music grads such as starskin:
The graduate with a Science degree asks, "Why does it work?" The graduate with an Engineering degree asks, "How does it work? " The graduate with an Accounting degree asks, "How much will it cost?" The graduate with a Music degree asks, "Do you want fries with that?"
Had a really nice weekend. Played two corporate hell gigs that actually turned out to be pretty fun; went to the going-away party for two friends of ours who are (sadly) leaving us forever in two weeks and moving back out to Edmonton; ordered pizza and watched White Oleander with B last night, and went for a walk in the Public Gardens and for brunch at Steve-O-Reno's this morning.

Funny story from the gig, too. Before we started playing, I had placed my sax in its stand in front of the piano and was standing off to the side of the bandstand waiting for our cue to begin. Some woman I'd never met before came up to me and said, "Ah, the saxophone. My favourite instrument. Do you like the sax too?" "Love it," I replied with a smile. "Yeah," she continued wistfully, "there's something really special about the saxophone. And sax players, too. They just have this... undeniable sexual energy that comes from them when they play, you know?"

I almost burst out laughing. "Wow," I said, "I've never heard anyone say that before. I've heard people say that about singers and guitar players, but never the sax player."

She shook her head emphatically. "No, guitar players don't do anything for me. When I'm watching a band play, my eyes are always on the sax player."

"You know," I said smiling, "I think it's only fair to tell you that I'm the sax player in this group."

She didn't miss a beat. "You ARRRRE?" she crooned. "That's wonderful! Well, I just think sax players are fantastic. There really is this sexual energy when they play that I just love."

I played along. "Well," I said, "I'm very happy to know that there will be someone in the audience tonight who appreciates that fact. We'll just have to be careful not to give ourselves over to the incredible energy that will be in the room when we start playing!" I said that with a big friendly smile, and she giggled happily and winked at me. After exchanging pleasantries for a few more minutes we had to start playing, and sure enough, she and her friends hung out near the band for the rest of the gig. I had a good laugh about that afterwards when I told B about it. And all this time, I thought only my wife felt that way about sax players...


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