Metamorphosism

We of course all understand it, being intellectuals.
« Hyena | Main | Handshake »

October 19, 2004

Guest post: Mig's cello

burning cello image lifted from someone's site that i think they lifted from apocalyptica but i photoshopped it anyway just to be safe
You start out as what, spruce, growing two hundred years up the side of a mountain then they cut you down and age you for another fifty or so. It's a grandfather - father - son - grandson business. Eventually you're a cello.

Eventually you're a cello. In the right hands: wow. You're the king. Even there in your case, leaned in the corner of the room: pure potential.

Look, in Mig's defense I'll admit he had an especially bad day yesterday. It didn't seem bad to him until he got to his cello lesson then he finally noticed.

Still, it was painful. I felt like I was watching Michael J. Fox try to eat Froot Loops with chopsticks on a bad day. Or: Larry Flynt getting a lap dance. Whatever.

OTOH, Mig did learn something important that might help him vastly, about the relationship of the white and the black keys on the piano with his finger positions.

We'll see.

Posted at October 19, 2004 07:43 AM
Comments

do your guests get to choose their photos or do you do that for them? because i think your cello photo is very pretty, but i don't know whether to compliment your taste or the cello's.

Posted by: anne at October 20, 2004 11:56 AM

I'm the one with the taste, not Mig -- he's just lucky.

Posted by: cello at October 20, 2004 12:45 PM
No comment form? Blame the spammers. I generally close comments on entries after a while, especially if they get spammed. If you would like to leave comment, please use one of my recent entries, or mail me at metamorphosist AT gmail dot com. Thank you and sorry for any trouble.