A tender moment with my first love.
I don't remember the girl, but I'll never forget my first horn. |
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I was never much of a hunter. That
cwazy wabbit was always too fast for me. |
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When I was a student I used to serenade my girlfriend and her mom with Kopprasch in the alley.
I think her mom just wanted to keep an eye on us but I don't care what anyone claims, I am NOT the father of that dolly. |
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My teacher always encouraged me to perform in public whenever possible. We would often tour the
local gardens to entertain the ladies or just for the sheer joy of playing duets. |
One of my first gigs was with this
band. We liked to serenade the lovers in the land of the giants. Most of
the time they would reward us with the contents of their really huge chamber
pots. I still have that horn, by the way. It's an Alexander
single F |
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After a shower and dry cleaning
we'd always go out to celebrate at our favorite pub. There's my Alex
single again. |
Uncle Elmer was considered one of the best horned
virtuosi in all Vienna. His specialty was the Moozart horn concertos.
Here he is milking them for all they're worth on his Vienna pumpen valve
single F. I never knew how he was related or why we called
him "uncle." In his day job he managed the local glue factory and
Aunt Elsie was a cheese monger. I heard that on one bitter
cold winter night Uncle Elmer went out to the barn and slipped into a nice
warm jersey. When Aunt Elsie found out she jumped over the moon. After
that Uncle Elmer just threw himself into his work at the glue factory.
It was all very sad. |
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