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I tried beta blockers, but they never did much for me. I have since moved on to Xanax for really big performances. It’s fantastic. I only take it occasionally, though. Recently, I performed in a ballet orchestra, and there is a point in the second act of Cinderella by Glazunov where the entire orchestra stops and the

Diff’rent strokes....

Bullshit walks.

I play trumpet professionally, and I have a pretty big problem with nerves at times. Most of my playing is from the back row of the orchestra, where nerves aren’t that much of a problem. But I really dislike solo recitals, standing onstage all by myself. I can’t imagine doing it in front of nationwide TV cameras, and

I only know her by her debut album (One Moment More), from which this song comes. She is a good singer, but she makes her living more as a songwriter for others. It’s interesting to see how some musicians make the cut, while others don’t. While Smith is a fine singer, and a very good songwriter, she doesn’t seem to

Porter Wagoner! Wagoner brought Dolly to TV in the 1960s, and they worked together for many years. His TV show is still shown on RFDTV. You many not be a fan of country music from that era, but he has was the consummate showman, and he always had fabulous musicians playing for and with him. Here’s live performance of J

Where are the flying cows? I was told there would be flying cows.

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Redacted because somebody already made the same joke. So here’s the Airmen of Note playing Cherokee.

Nothin’ mini about that. I approve.

Luck is a major component of photography. But knowing the game, preparation, and location can greatly increase the odds of being lucky. And even with all of that, you are guaranteed to miss shots. There is no photography without regret. But getting a shot like this can make up for many, many misses.

They had to wait until after the Russian GP so Putin wouldn't invade Milton Keynes.

That sentence might have been missed under the final picture. I had to go searching for it.

Many years ago, I read the book Chickenhawk by Robert Mason (a pseudonym) who flew Hueys in Vietnam. He talked a lot about his early helicopter training, and how his instructor would regularly cut the engine without warning so that dealing with an autorotation became second nature.

I plan on getting old, but I sure hope I never get old and fat. That physique is a heart attack waiting to happen.

Ausgezeichnet!

That’s not a bikini, it’s a postage stamp.

And these guys get paid to do this. I’d give my left nut to go up there.