Today is the 166th. day of the year and I have already done 166 hours of practice! My violin gets most of the practice. I'll spend some time on the double bass later today.
Yesterday's jam was a bit of a waste of time but at least there were nice people there. I have absolutely no gigs coming, so why do I practise so much? Well, as a jazz bassist said once, "Funk is its own reward." I don't know why he used the word funk and not jazz but, never mind, the intended message is the same.
Rob is back to regular posting but nothing is really happening over on Peter's site. No big surprise there. Rob's latest effort is really short. Four short sentences, actually.
"Thank you God for this wonderful world and all you give me. I haven't done anything to deserve your generosity. Your world is beyond comprehension. Your intellect beyond limit. I pray you forgive those who treat you with contempt." There you go. You won't have to visit his site now. Peter left a message, "At least horseshit is good for the roses." He left a comment on my last post about roses too. "I guess that your roses are doing ok." I don't know why he is suddenly so interested in roses.  |
| I thought he was more interested in meat pies. |
Well, I've got some school reports to write, so I'd better move on. Peter might write a post some time over the next week or so. Robert's posts will no doubt be giving advice on the Christian god. Yawn.
Oh yes, and here's Peter's favourite picture.
You can thank Rob for that one. Evidently, in the Philippines, Catholics like things like that.
Ciao tutti.
16 commenti:
Bad news about the jam.
Maybe you should stick to edible types like BLUEberry, JAZZ apple, Quince (Quincy) Conserve, Marmalade etc.
1966.
3P jokes. Isn't it time to move on?
Did you know that 888 is the number of Jesus?
I was born on the 8th of August so I’m two thirds close to Jesus.
We all know who 666 belongs to but whose number is 777?
111 can be a handy number.
888 shut the gate.
Bishop Tutu too had a number.
4, 4, 4 fuck sake could be said by The The The Guy.
Hitler said 999 a lot.
Very The The true.
You're on to it today.
666 belongs to Nero!
Pull your pants up, Rob.
That's a funny thing to say by someone who still has a naked wooden man featuring on his blog.
Rob and Peter are sitting on a seat near the Berhampore golf club. They're talking about Catholicism. It's a sunny day. Peter looks around and says, "It's nice out." Robert says, "Yes, I think I'll take mine out too."
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