"I have discovered a musical scale which, when I play it over and over on my broken harpsichord, makes me feel sad, but then happy, because I am sad. I know this makes no sense, but I cannot think straight after 5 leechings and 3 amputations today. Plus I had to work late at Il Piccolo di Caesar's AGAIN! I know, I know; even as a respected physician with a private practice, I STILL can't make ends meet. I have to work two jobs and I'm starting to get them confused: I think I put leeches in somebody's Pasta Primavera last night. And I tried to cure Signora Bufalino's Scarlet Fever by using a Bolognese sauce on her head! I'm a SLAVE to my work and only playing this scale can take away my ......I don't know, if only sadness had a color that represented it, like red, or even blue......"
I'm guessing, dear reader, that you are thinking that I'm an idiot. Well, that might be true, but I teach at a University, and although it is in Canada, that means that you have to accept whatever I say as a scholarly viewpoint. Even if that viewpoint is very radical, and by radical, I mean completely wrong.
|Shogun Tsunayoshi's court, where|
SWING was invented
|This shamisen player probably got|
a lot of gigs cause he had a car.....