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+1 for Woody Guthrie

I am not a celeb and the world doesn’t give a damn about what I have to say, and I don’t have a Twitter account. (Well, I do, but I’ve never posted a single thing on it. I do not, however, have a FB account at all.)

Nothing says bad-ass toys quite like Disco Mozart in the background.

You don’t even have to get your hands dirty.

#COTD

Can you add your name to the MS Word dictionary? 

As a private music instructor, I’ve been using Skype for online trumpet lessons. It works well enough, and having control over the microphone settings is a real plus. These apps all tend to boost soft sounds and tamp down loud sounds, but Skype gives you the ability to take that limiting out of the loop, and get

All fine arguments in favor of single-spacing, but consistency is perhaps more important. As long as Word is making sure you do all of one or the other, you’re good. 

You must not know any engineers.

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Stirling Moss on What’s My Line? in 1958.

It looks like a seahorse and sounds like a canned fiddle. One, alone, gnaws at a funny bone, but six, ranging from a little one, with the voice of a deflating rubber bladder, to a paternal one that croaks like a musical bullfrog, are too much for any audience.”

Huge.....tracts of land...

Sounds an awful lot like CFIT.

Hear hear!

I wouldn’t say I’ll be missing them.....

I am a trumpet player by profession, and a few years ago I taught a blind student. He had perfect pitch (in the key of B-flat), and learned his music by listening and memorization. He also idolized jazz and classical trumpeter Wynton Marsalis. When Wynton and the Lincoln Center Jazz Orchestra came to town, his band

Shoot him in the legs. 

That is an exceptional photograph.