I can't decide whether to be mildly offended or secretly pleased.
At some point, it sounds like she’s found a horn player, who has the very, very promising name of Harry Bell. If I was a horn player, I would want to be called Harry Bell, and I would look like a refuge from a Harley rally, and would be the loudest damn horn player on earth. My playing would sound like I’d just eaten a raw yak.
Friday, 10 October 2008
I Get The Horn
Browsing through my Google Alerts today, I came across this: