Read My Lips - the blog

Feb. 18, 2005

My wife and I were browsing in a crafts store when I noticed a display of country-style musical instruments.

After looking over the flutes, dulcimers and recorders, I picked up a shiny, one-stringed instrument I took to be a mouth harp. I put it to my lips and, much to the amusement of other shoppers, twanged a few notes on it.

After watching from a distance, my wife came up and whispered in my ear, "I hate to tell you this, honey, but you're trying to play a cheese slicer."

I've been known to play a pretty mean cheese-slicer, myself, while my pal, Jim Bob, beats a mean tattoo on the spoons. Melba, his wife, produces sweet tones by blowing across the mouth of a jug. Over in the corner, Bubba twomps the beat on his washtub bass accompanied by Sister Sue's magical fingers rattling across the washboard.

[Graphic is reduced embroidery design found at COOKIES CREATIONS -- clicking on the graphic will open the page with the original source of such graphic.]

Posted by Tiger at February 18, 2005 09:49 AM | TrackBack