after i finished my school i was selling something to a man on the phone.
he said he was a pianist.
i was delighted, i said i had seen a chamber pianist at my mom's friends house. her friend has 15 grand pianos from all different times in his appt. its not that the appt is that huge, just full to the teeth with pianos. i told the man, "yeah, this kid was wonderful, he had all the breaths, like, spot on."
"what do you play" he threw back
"well nothing really, i played some clarinet for a month when i was a kid, why."
"how do you know about the breaths?"
"i don't know, i heard them."
"you were looking at his hands then,"
"no i was