No Chopsticks
I sometimes sit down at a keyboard and make some pleasant sounds with it. I sometimes kid myself that I can play the piano.
But really, I can’t. I have plenty of friends that can demonstrate this fact by being actual musicians.
Those friends, however, will feel like they too should just give up and go home when they see my old friend Adam play. It’s quite something, and not a little frightening.
There was one moment during his performance that I actually thought he was having some kind of fit. But no, that was just jazz, man. Just jazz.
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