Cul de Sac by Richard Thompson for September 23, 2011

I like Alice’s take on it.

“Ornkh” is the best sound that has ever been spelled.

Alice may grow up to be a leading music critic for the most prestigious e-newspaper! Or not.

“Never had one lesson.”

You could draw up a Little Neuro, Petey.

I love the true-to-life trail of saliva coming from the end of the oboe.

Ah Alice, just wait until it’s YOUR turn to make “music”!

Oh no, oboe!

Sounds like Yoko Obo.

Or maybe it’s just Jazz. ;-)

That’s right Alice, always make sure to steer us back to you, the center of our universe! Petey, neurotric, emotionally tortured, whatever, we love you!

Free Jazz? I wouldn’t listen if they paid ME!

Petey’s oboe didn’t make a single “Heeeenk” noise. Does that mean he’s getting better?

I’m a Jefferson Airplane/Dead Kennedys/Romeo Void (and, OK, Chris Isaak) San Franciscan. Don’t like the Grateful Dead, don’t like Journey, and I definitely don’t hang out in Jazz clubs. (I spend a lot of time in North Beach, but in an Irish pub.)

My tongue is in my cheek to the extent that I try to keep my vitriol entertaining, but my dislikes (and my likes) are real.

The Oboe: “An Ill wind that no one blows good.” – Ogden Nash

Love the spittle coming out of the oboe. I used to jam that same tune on my clarinet back in the 60’s. I think the neighbors paid my parents to make me stop.

I thought Petey could imagine and write stories?

Petey channels his inner Pharoah Sanders.

Eldo: However, at my age I’m pretty set in my ways, so it’s not likely to be “a temporary thing.” (Besides, I’ve never claimed to be an “intellectual;” I’m a “smartass.”)

Donkey: Neither of us is gonna shed any tears over it…

Popeye: As I’ve said before, I’ve heard enough of the stuff I’m “supposed” to like. More than enough, unfortunately.

My new answer to every hard question — “OONK.”