Sunday, November 26, 2006
Pause dramatic
Peeple laughed ven I sat down at ze piano: someone had taken ze stool avay.
Macht nichts, I zink to meinself, 's isch mir egal, I am a provessional klavierspieler, ja. I lose dignity, I increase my fee. Zimple.
"Und now," I announced in mein best Zunday aksent, "Ladis'n'chentlmn, I vould like to play for you....
I pause dramatic.
".... Beethoven's Varsaw Concerto!"
I vait for applause. No applause. Filisteins!
I pause dramatic again.
"Unfortunately," I zay, vickedly, in mein second-best Zunday aksent, "he did not write one."
Vot a choke! Like Till Eulenspiegel, such a lustige Streich!
Silence.
Zo. Fick 'em. I play Chopsticks instead.
And I zuddenly realise zat I am alone. Macht nichts. Who vants to listen to Chopsticks anyvay?
I sure don't.
Envoi:
Grandpa, there's a green van outside waiting to take you away.
Thanks, Sophie, would you like me to play something for you before I go?
No way!
That's my girl!
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2 comments:
Vatt? No Varsaw Concerto? O mein gott, iss not hright, I tell you. Zo vat kind uff a lezzy slecker vass dis Beethovan, anyvay. Huh? Huh? Vat he sink ve here fur, und dat's de truth. Soch und dumkoff he vas, I kid you nutt.
A "lezzy slecker" - wow, what a coinage!
Jake
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