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Saturday, April 25, 2009

Let's play harass the musician!

Being married to a professional musician means many things. One of which, is that there is a common sight and sound around our house, and it's this.



So serious.



Ah yes, and you might have noticed that the instrument he is playing looks a bit odd. That's because it's a very old trombone, made in 18-something or other. And it's a valve trombone. Isn't it nifty?



At this point he actually stopped to pose for me, yay!



And then here he is truthfully answering the question as to whether or not I was being annoying.



And then it's back to work already. His job is never done.

2 comments:

Liz said...

hi. stupid question- do trombones have to be tuned? i could look it up but stupidity looks better on blog paper lol!

Meghann said...

Liz- yes. There are pipes that can be pulled in and out as needed to tune it.