but don't forget to gobble when you move

November 22, 2008 at 1:45 AM

So after a morning of Twinkles and elementary orchestra, I got in my car to drive to my other school. I turned on the radio and heard Symphony #3 by Brahms. I haven't played that symphony in awhile, but the Brahms-ian angst immediately drew me in and made me ponder about incongruous it is to try and balance teaching and playing. I enjoy doing both, but the balance of one to the other is out of whack. Oh well. Off to my second school I went. Chorus students always trail in at the last minute because their math teacher won't let them out on time. Then 5 classes doing the Turkey Woogie. Now, flapping your wings and knocking your knees can actually be done to develop a sense of steady beat, but it's not exactly the same as playing Brahms. Oh well (again). It will soon be the season of many a Christmas gig, but no music for music's sake, at least for awhile.

From Stephen Brivati
Posted via 220.150.6.20 on November 22, 2008 at 4:14 AM

Greetings, if it makes you feel any better iny job I am singing a song that goes from funky chicken, bouncy rabbit to turkey boogie for on average 8 times a day.

In space , noone can hear you gobble.

Cheers,

Buri

From Bart Meijer
Posted via 94.212.17.145 on November 22, 2008 at 7:16 AM

Ah, but gobbling captures at once the true spirit of both music and Christmas.

From Bethany Morris
Posted via 168.122.193.62 on November 22, 2008 at 8:10 PM

How about the story of "Mr. Wiggle and Mr. Waggle"? It's a classic Feierabend technique to make a music teacher feel completely insane. Oh, well, the kids love it.

From Anne Horvath
Posted via 97.82.24.139 on November 22, 2008 at 9:34 PM

I am thinking about broiling some salmon this year for T-Day...

From Rosalind Porter
Posted via 82.39.3.200 on November 23, 2008 at 6:28 PM

I was in the traiin the other day and slowing down to stop at a station we passed a field full of free range turkeys. They looked so cute running around chasing one another doing their turkey dances, with their little wings flapping in excitement, that at that moment I knew I wouldn't be able to bring myself to buy one to eat at Christmas. In fact, I had a really strong urge to jump off the train, open the gates to their field and let them make a bid for freedom... So it will be salmon for me too I think.

From Stephen Brivati
Posted via 211.1.219.201 on November 25, 2008 at 2:25 AM

Greetings,

a couple of importnat piece sof trivia.

1) The origin of the name may be the fact that when afraid the bird will actually say `Turk, turk turk.`

2) One of the few extant animals that can die of a heart attack when frightened.

Cheers,

Buri

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