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Rude Awakening

Post by Posaunus » Sat Jan 16, 2021 9:31 pm

My neighbor rang my doorbell at 3:00am this morning!

Luckily, I was still awake practicing my trombone!
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Post by harrisonreed » Sat Jan 16, 2021 9:32 pm

What did they want? To tell you to shut up on the trombone? LOL
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Post by Posaunus » Sat Jan 16, 2021 9:37 pm

harrisonreed wrote:
Sat Jan 16, 2021 9:32 pm
What did they want? To tell you to shut up on the trombone? LOL
I believe he wanted to borrow a cup of sugar. It was hard to understand his screaming with his mask on and all the gyrations. :idk:

He was so rude, I shut the door in his face!
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Post by CharlieB » Sun Jan 17, 2021 6:11 am

Pretty ballsy of that neighbor to expect you to interrupt your 3:00A.M. practice session just to get him a cup of sugar. Some people just have no consideration for others. :???:
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Post by stewbones43 » Mon Jan 18, 2021 6:45 am

All my neighbours moved away during the first month of lockdown when I started to do lots more practice than usual :idk:

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Post by robcat2075 » Fri Jan 22, 2021 10:33 pm

I tell ya, I got no sleep last night.
There was this beautiful model pounding on my hotel room door at 3AM!
"Open this door! Open this door!" she kept shouting.
She wouldn't stop... so I got up and let her out!
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Post by Kingfan » Sat Jan 23, 2021 8:50 am

I hope you didn't let your neighbor go without paying for the performance!
I'm not a complete idiot, some parts are still missing! :D
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Post by Bach5G » Sat Jan 23, 2021 10:12 am

Two drink minimum.
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Post by Posaunus » Sat Jan 23, 2021 11:57 am

Kingfan wrote:
Sat Jan 23, 2021 8:50 am
I hope you didn't let your neighbor go without paying for the performance!
Thanks for the hint. I'll remember to leave a tip jar at the front door!
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Post by Kingfan » Sat Jan 23, 2021 4:50 pm

Posaunus wrote:
Sat Jan 23, 2021 11:57 am
Kingfan wrote:
Sat Jan 23, 2021 8:50 am
I hope you didn't let your neighbor go without paying for the performance!
Thanks for the hint. I'll remember to leave a tip jar at the front door!
Make sure it's clear so you know what's in it before you open it. It might explode, be filled with the scoop-outs of your neighbor's litter box, an active wasp hive... :D
I'm not a complete idiot, some parts are still missing! :D
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Post by Posaunus » Sat Jan 23, 2021 5:12 pm

Kingfan wrote:
Sat Jan 23, 2021 4:50 pm
Posaunus wrote:
Sat Jan 23, 2021 11:57 am
Thanks for the hint. I'll remember to leave a tip jar at the front door!
Make sure it's clear so you know what's in it before you open it. It might explode, be filled with the scoop-outs of your neighbor's litter box, an active wasp hive... :D
But I was so sure that my neighbors LOVED my all-night practice sessions ... :roll:
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Post by Oslide » Sat Jan 23, 2021 7:26 pm

Posaunus wrote:
Sat Jan 23, 2021 5:12 pm
But I was so sure that my neighbors LOVED my all-night practice sessions ... :roll:
This misconception is due to the often referred-to difference of being behind vs. in front of the bell. :clever:
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Post by ArbanRubank » Sat Jan 23, 2021 8:33 pm

A while ago I told a neighbor I wanted to learn how to play the trombone in the worst possible way. Yesterday she knocked on my door in the middle of a practice session and said, "Mission accomplished".
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Post by Posaunus » Sat Jan 23, 2021 9:04 pm

ArbanRubank wrote:
Sat Jan 23, 2021 8:33 pm
A while ago I told a neighbor I wanted to learn how to play the trombone in the worst possible way. Yesterday she knocked on my door in the middle of a practice session and said, "Mission accomplished".
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Post by Oslide » Sun Jan 24, 2021 5:14 am

As long as your neighbor doesn't take to playing trombone, too...

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Post by quiethorn » Sun Jan 24, 2021 1:28 pm

One time a neighbor knocked on my door to tell me he didn't like me playing jazz. He was fine with me playing trombone, but jazz really bothered him.

I figured it's 'cause he just needed more exposure to jazz, so I played exclusively with Aebersolds after that for a while :pant:
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Post by timothy42b » Sun Jan 24, 2021 4:24 pm

If it please your neighbor to break the sacred calm of night with the snorting of an unholy trombone, it is your duty to put up with his wretched music and your privilege to pity him for the unhappy instinct that moves him to delight in such discordant sounds. I did not always think thus: this consideration for musical amateurs was born of certain disagreeable personal experiences that once followed the development of a like instinct in myself. Now this infidel over the way, who is learning to play on the trombone, and the slowness of whose progress is almost miraculous, goes on with his harrowing work every night, uncurled by me, but tenderly pitied. Ten years ago, for the same offense, I would have set fire to his house. At that time I was a prey to an amateur violinist for two or three weeks, and the sufferings I endured at his hands are inconceivable. He played "Old Dan Tucker," and he never played any thing else; but he performed that so badly that he could throw me into fits with it if I were awake, or into a nightmare if I were asleep. As long as he confined himself to "Dan Tucker," though, I bore with him and abstained from violence; but when he projected a fresh outrage, and tried to do "Sweet Home," I went over and burnt him out. My next assailant was a wretch who felt a call to play the clarionet. He only played the scale, however, with his distressing instrument, and I let him run the length of his tether, also; but finally, when he branched out into a ghastly tune, I felt my reason deserting me under the exquisite torture, and I sallied forth and burnt him out likewise. During the next two years I burned out an amateur cornet player, a bugler, a bassoon-sophomore, and a barbarian whose talents ran in the base-drum line.

I would certainly have scorched this trombone man if he had moved into my neighborhood in those days. But as I said before, I leave him to his own destruction now, because I have had experience as an amateur myself, and I feel nothing but compassion for that kind of people. Besides, I have learned that there lies dormant in the souls of all men a penchant for some particular musical instrument, and an unsuspected yearning to learn to play on it, that are bound to wake up and demand attention some day. Therefore, you who rail at such as disturb your slumbers with unsuccessful and demoralizing attempts to subjugate a fiddle, beware! for sooner or later your own time will come. It is customary and popular to curse these amateurs when they wrench you out of a pleasant dream at night with a peculiarly diabolical note; but seeing that we are all made alike, and must all develop a distorted talent for music in the fullness of time, it is not right. I am charitable to my trombone maniac; in a moment of inspiration he fetches a snort, sometimes, that brings me to a sitting posture in bed, broad awake and weltering in a cold perspiration. Perhaps my first thought is, that there has been an earthquake; perhaps I hear the trombone, and my next thought is, that suicide and the silence of the grave would be a happy release from this nightly agony; perhaps the old instinct comes strong upon me to go after my matches; but my first cool, collected thought is, that the trombone man's destiny is upon him, and he is working it out in suffering and tribulation; and I banish from me the unworthy instinct that would prompt me to burn him out.

After a long immunity from the dreadful insanity that moves a man to become a musician in defiance of the will of God that he should confine himself to sawing wood, I finally fell a victim to the instrument they call the accordeon. At this day I hate that contrivance as fervently as any man can, but at the time I speak of I suddenly acquired a disgusting and idolatrous affection for it. I got one of powerful capacity, and learned to play "Auld Lang Syne" on it. It seems to me, now, that I must have been gifted with a sort of inspiration to be enabled, in the state of ignorance in which I then was, to select out of the whole range of musical composition the one solitary tune that sounds vilest and most distressing on the accordeon. I do not suppose there is another tune in the world with which I could have inflicted so much anguish upon my race as I did with that one during my short musical career.

After I had been playing "Lang Syne" about a week, I had the vanity to think I could improve the original melody, and I set about adding some little flourishes and variations to it, but with rather indifferent success, I suppose, as it brought my landlady into my presence with an expression about her of being opposed to such desperate enterprises. Said she, "Do you know any other tune but that, Mr. Twain?" I told her, meekly, that I did not. "Well, then," said she, "stick to it just as it is; don't put any variations to it, because it's rough enough on the boarders the way it is now."

The fact is, it was something more than simply "rough enough" on them; it was altogether too rough; half of them left, and the other half would have followed, but Mrs. Jones saved them by discharging me from the premises.

I only staid one night at my next lodging-house. Mrs. Smith was after me early in the morning. She said, "You can go, sir; I don't want you here; I have had one of your kind before – a poor lunatic, that played the banjo and danced breakdowns, and jarred the glass all out of the windows. You kept me awake all night, and if you was to do it again, I'd take and mash that thing over your head!" I could see that this woman took no delight in music, and I moved to Mrs. Brown's.

For three nights in succession I gave my new neighbors "Auld Lang Syne," plain and unadulterated, save by a few discords that rather improved the general effect than otherwise. But the very first time I tried the variations the boarders mutinied. I never did find any body that would stand those variations. I was very well satisfied with my efforts in that house, however, and I left it without any regrets; I drove one boarder as mad as a March hare, and another one tried to scalp his mother. I reflected, though, that if I could only have been allowed to give this latter just one more touch of the variations, he would have finished the old woman.

I went to board at Mrs. Murphy's, an Italian lady of many excellent qualities. The very first time I struck up the variations, a haggard, care-worn, cadaverous old man walked into my room and stood beaming upon me a smile of ineffable happiness. Then he placed his hand upon my head, and looking devoutly aloft, he said with feeling unction, and in a voice trembling with emotion, "God bless you, young man! God bless you! for you have done that for me which is beyond all praise. For years I have suffered from an incurable disease, and knowing my doom was sealed and that I must die, I have striven with all my power to resign myself to my fate, but in vain – the love of life was too strong within me. But Heaven bless you, my benefactor! for since I heard you play that tune and those variations, I do not want to live any longer – I am entirely resigned – I am willing to die – in fact, I am anxious to die." And then the old man fell upon my neck and wept a flood of happy tears. I was surprised at these things; but I could not help feeling a little proud at what I had done, nor could I help giving the old gentleman a parting blast in the way of some peculiarly lacerating variations as he went out at the door. They doubled him up like a jack-knife, and the next time he left his bed of pain and suffering he was all right, in a metallic coffin.

My passion for the accordeon finally spent itself and died out, and I was glad when I found myself free from its unwholesome influence. While the fever was upon me, I was a living, breathing calamity wherever I went, and desolation and disaster followed in my wake. I bred discord in families, I crushed the spirits of the light-hearted, I drove the melancholy to despair, I hurried invalids to premature dissolution, and I fear me I disturbed the very dead in their graves. I did incalculable harm, and inflicted untold suffering upon my race with my execrable music; and yet to atone for it all, I did but one single blessed act, in making that weary old man willing to go to his long home.

Still, I derived some little benefit from that accordeon; for while I continued to practice on it, I never had to pay any board – landlords were always willing to compromise, on my leaving before the month was up.

Now, I had two objects in view in writing the foregoing, one of which was to try and reconcile people to those poor unfortunates who feel that they have a genius for music, and who drive their neighbors crazy every night in trying to develop and cultivate it; and the other was to introduce an admirable story about Little George Washington, who could Not Lie, and the Cherry-Tree – or the Apple-Tree – I have forgotten now which, although it was told me only yesterday. And writing such a long and elaborate introductory has caused me to forget the story itself; but it was very touching.



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Post by Posaunus » Sun Jan 24, 2021 4:49 pm

timothy42b wrote:
Sun Jan 24, 2021 4:24 pm
If it please your neighbor to break the sacred calm of night with the snorting of an unholy trombone, it is your duty to put up with his wretched music and your privilege to pity him for the unhappy instinct that moves him to delight in such discordant sounds. ...
And writing such a long and elaborate introductory has caused me to forget the story itself; but it was very touching.
Omigod - what have I started?

My apologies to all! :oops:
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Post by harrisonreed » Sun Jan 24, 2021 8:06 pm

quiethorn wrote:
Sun Jan 24, 2021 1:28 pm
One time a neighbor knocked on my door to tell me he didn't like me playing jazz. He was fine with me playing trombone, but jazz really bothered him.

I figured it's 'cause he just needed more exposure to jazz, so I played exclusively with Aebersolds after that for a while :pant:
Your neighbor is like:

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Post by ithinknot » Mon Jan 25, 2021 7:27 am

harrisonreed wrote:
Sun Jan 24, 2021 8:06 pm
Your neighbor is like:
Thank you

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Post by harrisonreed » Mon Jan 25, 2021 4:35 pm

ithinknot wrote:
Mon Jan 25, 2021 7:27 am
harrisonreed wrote:
Sun Jan 24, 2021 8:06 pm
Your neighbor is like:
Thank you

I was not previously aware of Danger 5, so that and Italian Spiderman have greatly improved my morning
I think, other than the time I was injured from laughing at MXC, Danger 5 is the most I have ever laughed at a show.

There is a scene where an Italian submarine (a toy model) is constantly receiving paradrop resupply. Not just once a day but every few minutes. The "good guys" decide to use this to infiltrate. We discover that the resupply is just crate after crate of espresso beans, and every time they get one the sailors declare "Eeeey!! beans beans beans!", and they are depicted as sailors who just constantly brew/drink espresso and chain smoke. When they discover that a shipment does not contain espresso, but instead contains a dancer (the blonde secret agent), not only are they unsuspicious, but the music starts up and the espresso starts brewing even faster. They are all dead a moment later.



The idea that being captured and held prisoner by the Axis aligned Italian navy meant that you were basically sat in a chair and forced to watch them drink espresso while they blew cigarette smoke into your face. Ahahaha

It's just weird enough. Haven't watched season 2, but I heard it loses its way. It becomes self-aware near the end of season one and that's probably where they should have left it alone.
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Post by ithinknot » Mon Jan 25, 2021 7:13 pm

harrisonreed wrote:
Mon Jan 25, 2021 4:35 pm
just weird enough
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