tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post455774845277241822..comments2023-11-14T20:29:04.094-08:00Comments on Pearl, Why You Little...: The Sound of Silence, or Please Do Shut UpPearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05261369905176088917noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-15332491006115389132011-02-07T11:24:21.477-08:002011-02-07T11:24:21.477-08:00Great, now that tune is going to be stuck in my he...Great, now that tune is going to be stuck in my head all day.Mrs. Tunahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04547957015150000116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-72582319271882270502011-02-03T18:40:08.432-08:002011-02-03T18:40:08.432-08:00I have been known to pay people to stop playing th...I have been known to pay people to stop playing their wretched assemblage of notes before, and when challenged to the old "can you do better?" I reply yes. and when further challenged to do so, I do. In some cases I do not relinquish the instrument until they agree to stop playing for an hour. I am that kind of talented bastard.Jhon Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05952691262605706711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-71297077411849864282011-02-03T04:43:01.543-08:002011-02-03T04:43:01.543-08:00Pearl you have inspired me to get up in the attic ...Pearl you have inspired me to get up in the attic and dig out my old high school box, inside is an original bottle of Drakkar Noir. Oh how the wife will be melting at my feet with the pungent odor of 1987. I will keep you posted<br />Did you try my toddy???? (Not a sexual reference)<br />Get betterSausagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14563985186537460358noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-12794618438027245662011-02-03T04:02:54.677-08:002011-02-03T04:02:54.677-08:00At least he wasn't playing Stairway To Heaven....At least he wasn't playing Stairway To Heaven.the walking manhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10058913927297370740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-51813190266653209322011-02-03T02:50:06.060-08:002011-02-03T02:50:06.060-08:00I have never ever heard a recorder called a flutop...I have never ever heard a recorder called a flutophone. Does every fourth grader get a recorder? Makes me glad I don't live there.<br />Most of our panhandlers have guitars or saxophones, the kids usually have violins.Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-80547102272878158102011-02-03T02:19:10.427-08:002011-02-03T02:19:10.427-08:00Ah the thrill of silence! I remember once ... that...Ah the thrill of silence! I remember once ... that time I was shot in the side of the head ... that after the pain had subsided, there was a leaden silence that enveloped me.<br /><br />For three days I sensed rather that heard an occasional hum which my doctors, via the age old medium of pen and paper, informed me that 'my ears were sorting themselves out'.<br /><br />On the third day my right eardrum burst and, accompanied by more blood than I thought I had in my entire body, my hearing returned. <br /><br />I should point out that the round, which was fired at close range, struck my skull bounced off and I did not die!<br /><br />Just in case you were wondering.Symdaddyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08953255546935904450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-61100937130802596652011-02-03T02:17:17.316-08:002011-02-03T02:17:17.316-08:00This comment has been removed by the author.Symdaddyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08953255546935904450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-82228510487493408082011-02-02T22:43:38.151-08:002011-02-02T22:43:38.151-08:00That would full on give me a headache...Ive been k...That would full on give me a headache...Ive been known to ask buskers to 'shut the f*** up!'<br />It didnt clear your ears Pearl? maybe he didnt play it loud enough!Tempohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01023337124226272532noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-848376649233973502011-02-02T20:50:57.430-08:002011-02-02T20:50:57.430-08:00That's what I'm gonna be: the old derelict...That's what I'm gonna be: the old derelict lady with the flutophone :)<br /><br />Aloha from Honolulu<br /><a href="http://comfortspiral.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow">Comfort Spiral</a><br /><br />><}}(°><br /><br /><br /><°)}}><Cloudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05853753108637831069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-37937585000595241152011-02-02T16:10:44.745-08:002011-02-02T16:10:44.745-08:00Lip reading is one of the most valuable skills a s...Lip reading is one of the most valuable skills a super-sneaky-mcsneaky pants, no good, double-crossing, extra-extra secret agent can master...not that I'm sayin' anything about you personally by making that comment. (Ahem.)<br /><br />Feel better soon Darls!<br />xoxoxoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-41985655318309545742011-02-02T15:11:07.302-08:002011-02-02T15:11:07.302-08:00Stop writing My Favorite Post ever...every single ...Stop writing My Favorite Post ever...every single time you write a post. How can a girl leave any sort of a clever comment if you give me no option but praise?Jocelynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03227519811818290510noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-11579149459872148112011-02-02T14:56:19.320-08:002011-02-02T14:56:19.320-08:00I bet the recorder guy was just an illusion. Or d...I bet the recorder guy was just an illusion. Or delusion. That was alluded to. Now I've confused myself.injaynesworldhttp://injaynesworld.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-7735531768928177062011-02-02T14:37:54.106-08:002011-02-02T14:37:54.106-08:00Flutophone? I never heard it called that. I guess ...Flutophone? I never heard it called that. I guess I'm younger than I thought...or uh oh, maybe older than I thought.<br /><br />At least, it wasn't an accordion. I don't know why, but it seems like an accordion would be even more annoying.Unfinished Ramblerhttp://unfinishedperson.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-48404692174696714852011-02-02T14:27:07.812-08:002011-02-02T14:27:07.812-08:00I remember when they made us "learn" how...I remember when they made us "learn" how to play the recorder in fourth grade music class....<br /> It was a disaster.Andrewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13517857978576422454noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-16335105683735101352011-02-02T14:10:15.623-08:002011-02-02T14:10:15.623-08:00Oh....the agony of the unfinished song...
It'...Oh....the agony of the unfinished song...<br /><br />It's like waiting for the other shoe toAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08139599163464020063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-85292654283687941442011-02-02T13:23:55.393-08:002011-02-02T13:23:55.393-08:00There are places in the world where you have to &q...There are places in the world where you have to "try out" with the local city authorities before you are allowed to play instruments in subway hubs. I thought this was limiting, but now I see the logic.pilgrimchickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13808106043964544413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-40603380385754954072011-02-02T12:02:20.448-08:002011-02-02T12:02:20.448-08:00Ugh. One of the worst days of our experience with...Ugh. One of the worst days of our experience with public education was in 4th grade when Mr. T brought his recorder home. Oy.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-2735612200573182662011-02-02T11:57:47.329-08:002011-02-02T11:57:47.329-08:00Thanks goodness they really dont record.Thanks goodness they really dont record.Simply Suthernhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13057516546779066925noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-10424537674477014532011-02-02T11:36:27.373-08:002011-02-02T11:36:27.373-08:00Why is it that the bigger your headache, the more ...Why is it that the bigger your headache, the more piercing the dulcet tones of the panhandlers?http://howtobecomeacatladywithoutthecats.blogspot.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02888838201074339916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-30323472957248182692011-02-02T11:20:04.681-08:002011-02-02T11:20:04.681-08:00My wife, willingly, and with great pleasure, bough...My wife, willingly, and with great pleasure, bought BOTH of the kids recorders for Christmas two years ago.<br /><br />I remain unamused.MJenkshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12761003604210840898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-6029104705586132922011-02-02T10:32:51.464-08:002011-02-02T10:32:51.464-08:00What?What?Homemaker Manhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04184158557108064422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-41268901843750433022011-02-02T10:27:55.760-08:002011-02-02T10:27:55.760-08:00The recorder player sounds like my kind of guy! He...The recorder player sounds like my kind of guy! He's rakin' in the dough, he plays an instrument and he knows how to dress, cuz damn, nothing like a guy in a raccoon hat.Caithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06874061296095112639noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-149220030685143452011-02-02T10:24:52.316-08:002011-02-02T10:24:52.316-08:00My granddaughter (third grade) brought a recorder ...My granddaughter (third grade) brought a recorder home from school to "practice" for a musical show at school. Can you imagine what torture her teacher must go through listening to an entire room of the shrill and teeth vibrating noise? Oh crap, I just remembered, it was a kazoo! nevermind...Pat Tilletthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17699973774273291205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-19832404854029555612011-02-02T10:20:34.281-08:002011-02-02T10:20:34.281-08:00yes, I was taught the phlutomaphone as part of my ...yes, I was taught the phlutomaphone as part of my third grade private school choiriculum. <br /><br />From Kinter Guarden until third grade I attended a private preport-ra-tori school at the edge of the valley, nestled into the Topanga Canyon that cut through the foothills to the Sea. The school's name was Viewpoint and I felt lucky they were part of my foundations of learning, as I do not remember being taught this, one of the most basic multi-keyed wind and reed instruments that is tuned to a gold standard.<br /><br />My life, and that of my families was also affected, more personally than most, by the crimes of Manson. Personal due to the close proximity of the area his family and mine resided in, at the time. Not a literal neighbor, although geographically he lived in our backyard.<br /><br />Because this country is founded on clear and specific written, which read "magically" automatically translates to spoken, these principles I feel should not be deviated from. No deviation from core values of the choir's divination chorus. Although mine does not align with nor ring true within ANY of the accepted standards of ANY religions which are today, ironically common named "organized."<br /><br />So from that standpoint, I really cannot speak for, or from within as an American, as I physically reside here by random chance of birth. But reside here by rite, of several generations including my fathers years of voluntary enlistment (not drafted) in the navy. <br /><br />As well as my view of having my right illegally taken from me. And I am not speaking of "watching over me" I am referring to enforcement of sentencing after citation for breaking laws which I feel the judicial system knowingly without admitting failure, following the lead of policing authorities, who inturn followed the lead of generously paid "government" authorities who set into motion of rolling, this large and hard to stop ball of outright wrong, which I being the very person whom it rolled over despite my preference that it not. The very person, which is me, who spends the majority of my free time as well as time that should be devoted elsewhere, and to my detriment, because I am doing everything I possibly can to prevent anyone else from this same thing happening, without causing any further damage (directly or indirectly) to anyone, even those who I think deserve such ramifications.<br /><br />This post brought me some relief Pearl, thank youwhohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17685473418191606910noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-16306343688836115012011-02-02T10:08:46.685-08:002011-02-02T10:08:46.685-08:00Dreadful things, recorders! Even when played by &#...Dreadful things, recorders! Even when played by 'proper' musicians, professionals, the sound they emit soon bores the listener rigid - this listener, anyway. <br />I hope your deafness eases soon - it's miserable, I know.jabbloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12176958811589489979noreply@blogger.com