Though I hate to brag about this, I have to say that I was blessed with a fine ear for music. By this, I play one hell of a gutbucket. It just comes naturally to me.
At Sandcastle, we hosted Bob and Billy Grunzinger. When I picked them up at Red Hook, I said, “Now who is Bob, and who is Billy?” He said, “I’m Bob, she’s Billy. “ Okay, now that’s straightened out.
Bob was a musician and brought his clarinet. One day, he and I got together in the dining room—he on his clarinet—me on the gutbucket. Bob was playing some great impromptu jazz, while I accompanied him perfectly on the “base”.
One time he paused, and I thought he had stopped playing, so I did too. He immediately shouted—”Don’t stop—don’t stop, keep on playing.” So I then took the lead, and he improvised accompaniment. Man, did we ever have some fun that afternoon! Wow, we were damn good together! What beautiful music poured out.
Marie snapped a picture of us and, because of poor lighting, it didn’t turn out very good. We now have her picture in a photo album. So I have taken a picture of a picture. The outcome here is lousy, but you get the idea.