JUST WHAT THE WORLD NEEDS
Noman, my just-out-of-high-school neighbor, dropped by. Noman had already expressed how he was not moved by my musical compositions, but still managed to find inspiration in the fact that I am not an angst ridden old man. Now he was inspired to be a musician.
He and a couple of other guys his age wanted to form a band. Certainly one of the less original ideas I have heard recently. Kids still think it is an easy way to get rich without working. The modern American Dream. He told me the band was named "Noman Island" and thanked me for telling him about John Dunne. I agreed the name was pretty good. He corrected me by saying the name was "awesome."
Noman doesn't drop by to visit. He always wants something. He wanted to know if the band could use my studio for rehearsal. All the parents had understandably forbidden rehearsing at their houses. Since I am used to hearing noisy music, meaning my own, he thought I would be less disturbed.
I was completely horrified but managed to not show it on my face. The idea of my creative sanctuary being filled with humans tottering between children and adults was beyond my comprehension.
I told him I was working there. He said that I didn't work all the time, which was true. Finally I suggested he ask Roman if it would be okay if they used the barn for a few hours once a week. So what if it was cold in the barn, they needed to pay some dues if music was an important thing to do.
I knew Roman was a pushover. They are going to start next week. I must admit that, while repulsed on one side, I am curious about what they are up to.
Noman, my just-out-of-high-school neighbor, dropped by. Noman had already expressed how he was not moved by my musical compositions, but still managed to find inspiration in the fact that I am not an angst ridden old man. Now he was inspired to be a musician.
He and a couple of other guys his age wanted to form a band. Certainly one of the less original ideas I have heard recently. Kids still think it is an easy way to get rich without working. The modern American Dream. He told me the band was named "Noman Island" and thanked me for telling him about John Dunne. I agreed the name was pretty good. He corrected me by saying the name was "awesome."
Noman doesn't drop by to visit. He always wants something. He wanted to know if the band could use my studio for rehearsal. All the parents had understandably forbidden rehearsing at their houses. Since I am used to hearing noisy music, meaning my own, he thought I would be less disturbed.
I was completely horrified but managed to not show it on my face. The idea of my creative sanctuary being filled with humans tottering between children and adults was beyond my comprehension.
I told him I was working there. He said that I didn't work all the time, which was true. Finally I suggested he ask Roman if it would be okay if they used the barn for a few hours once a week. So what if it was cold in the barn, they needed to pay some dues if music was an important thing to do.
I knew Roman was a pushover. They are going to start next week. I must admit that, while repulsed on one side, I am curious about what they are up to.