When I had my appendix out years ago, I was sitting around recuperating. A neighbor brought up one of his recorders, similar to the one the woman with the red shirt is playing. I had a standard one. We sat and talked and played for hours. I suck at wind instruments, but stumbled along behind him.
Thanks for that. Pretty nifty. I had no idea there's such a thing as a gigundous recorder. Now I know. Putting air through that thing must not be nearly so effortless as she makes it seem. Like playing a porch column.
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When I had my appendix out years ago, I was sitting around recuperating. A neighbor brought up one of his recorders, similar to the one the woman with the red shirt is playing. I had a standard one. We sat and talked and played for hours. I suck at wind instruments, but stumbled along behind him.
Thanks for that. Pretty nifty. I had no idea there's such a thing as a gigundous recorder. Now I know. Putting air through that thing must not be nearly so effortless as she makes it seem. Like playing a porch column.
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