Baldo by Hector D. Cantú and Carlos Castellanos for August 23, 2022

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    Templo S.U.D.  about 2 years ago

    My father was a trumpeter is his high school days, but an accordionist in his boyhood.

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    Cactus-Pete  about 2 years ago

    She gets less intelligent daily, it seems.

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    gammaguy  about 2 years ago

    Picky, picky!

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    rpmurray  about 2 years ago

    Gracie doesn’t play an instrument, she plays with it.

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    BeniHanna6 Premium Member about 2 years ago

    Groan……….

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    Amra Leo  about 2 years ago

    She’s got a point…

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    skyriderwest  about 2 years ago

    That would be a plectrum, not a pick.

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    Jefano Premium Member about 2 years ago

    He had a chance to learn to play a guitar, but he blew it.

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    Cactus-Pete  about 2 years ago

    That’s a classical guitar which is virtually always played with just your fingers (though George Harrison made an exception for a solo on an early Beatles song).

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    MissyTiger  about 2 years ago

    Where’s the drum kit for a rimshot for the bad joke?

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    Paul Read Premium Member about 2 years ago

    I predict in some future installment, Gracie will ask Papi, “How do you get down off an elephant?”, to which he will reply “Silly child, you don’t get down off an elephant, you get down off a goose.”

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    mafastore  about 2 years ago

    I was kicked out of guitar class due to a difference of opinion with the teacher – I said I could play it, he said I could not.

    Unfortunately what I did not know then was that I was tone deaf and did not have any sort of rhythm. I came from a family of listeners (can’t sing, just listen) and my husband will be very patient when I feel the need to sing, but I can see the pain on his face.

    We are 18th century reenactors and husband decided that it was important for me to be able to recognize one particular song which served as a sort of national anthem for the colonists during the American Revolution (NOT Yankee Doodle Dandy). When we were at reenactments and the song was played he would ask me what the song was and I would get it wrong as each time it sounded like one or another other songs. I finally realized that whenever he asked me it was that song playing, so to make him happy I started naming the song whenever he asked me – he was happy he that he had taught me to recognize the song. Then one day he asked me what song was playing for some other reason and it was NOT that song – so I answered wrong and he found out that I had just being saying the name of the song whenever he asked me (and period music was playing).

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