
Think Yamaha. Think keyboard, Think digital. My goodness, what an organ my daughter has. It is awesome: a zillion rhythms, including even 5/4 time (I wish you could hear my fragmented 5/4 version of "My Favourite Things", the musical equivalent of a motorway pileup. My next project is to do Bach's Toccata and Fugue in the same time signature - that should get old Johann Sebastian turning in his urn); and a trillion voices, including a breathy tenor saxophone that is pure Stan Getz, and a jazz guitar that is pure Django.
I WANT ONE. I want an organ that does justice to my talent. Or one that at least covers up my lack of it.
1 comment:
Why do you women always lie about my age?!
I am going to upgrage my organ,that's for sure, and to hell with the health risks.
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