Guy goes to the doctor, doctor tells him, “you’ve got cancer and it’s terminal.”
Guy says, “Oh, no, how long do I have?”
Doctor says, “five.”
Guy says, “five what? Five months? Five weeks?”
Doctor says, “four… three…”
That’s long enough to see Casablanca one last time. Play it, Kim!
The nice thing about a classical concert is that it can be a *background* thing, if you get my drift…
Love the music, but that over-dramatic pianist looks like she’s straining through a bad case of constipation. Used to call that [forgot the music school name – Peabody?] style which featured exaggerated facial expressions, hands and fingers flopping and waving all over the place and more body swaying than a tai chi session.
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