So yesterday I'm in Savannah, (the town, not the now-dead porno star) and see a garage sale. Rednecks love garage sales like fat kids love cake, so I hung a U-ie and hit that like .... well, can't think of a tasteful comparison.
It was at a BIG STATELY HOUSE. People in really nice houses almost always have complete JUNK in their garage sales, but I checked it out nonetheless.
What they did have was a piano. So I wandered over in my cowboy hat, jean jacket, handlebar moustache, cowboy boots - having stepped out of a truck with the GA flag on the front - and approach the piano.
A few people look over disinterestedly. Then I started into the first movement of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. Got about 1/8 of the way through it, but it was from memory so I couldn't remember how things changed at the part where it goes from C# to C.
A few absolutely stunned looks.
Don't judge a book by its cover, y'all. Damn.
It was at a BIG STATELY HOUSE. People in really nice houses almost always have complete JUNK in their garage sales, but I checked it out nonetheless.
What they did have was a piano. So I wandered over in my cowboy hat, jean jacket, handlebar moustache, cowboy boots - having stepped out of a truck with the GA flag on the front - and approach the piano.
A few people look over disinterestedly. Then I started into the first movement of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. Got about 1/8 of the way through it, but it was from memory so I couldn't remember how things changed at the part where it goes from C# to C.
A few absolutely stunned looks.
Don't judge a book by its cover, y'all. Damn.
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