Hugo (pictured) didn’t really mind, being a violin; violins enjoyed a long life, didn’t have to worry about eating, drinking or what to wear, and they created a lot of beautiful music. He didn’t even mind being called a “fiddle,” playing country, folk, Texas Swing and blue grass music. His one wish was that sometime he could play something really classy(ical?), maybe Bach’s Violin Concerto orTchaikovsky’s Swan Lake . . .
When David had softly sung the old Bob Dylan tune, “Everybody must get stoned,” while walking, he hadn’t realized anyone was listening and that they would take it so literally . . .
Turns out they had booked the wrong Kid Rock; this one couldn’t do a concert in Nebraska . . .
When the new guy showed up in gold, up everyone wondered–Elvis impersonator? Liberace look-alike? Michael Jackson (not Prince, no purple) or the lost heir of the Romanovs . . .?
There was nothing Twyla hated more than gossip, but if she “Heard It Through The Grapevine,” somehow that was different. Especially if she hummed the Marvin Gaye tune of the same name & ended with a reverent “Mmm…Mmm”…
Ginny’s brain had gotten stuck on the stupid “Do, a deer” song from The Sound of Music and was hoping she could replace it with a little Stevie Ray Vaughan . . .
