Saturday, October 03, 2009

Poetry demands a man with a special gift for it, or else one with a touch of madness in him.


Here is a blast from the [recent] past: Ezra tickling the ivories [ooh err missus].

I have been trying to encourage a taste for Chopin, but he is veering dangerously into honkeytonk territory. If he stays on this course, he's gonna end up playing in some flea-bitten house of ill repute somewhere in East Baton Rouge.

12 comments:

lettuce said...

or, even better, both

Roddy said...

Ezra looks like he is about to introduce the feet into Jerry Lee Lewis's Great Balls of Fire. Which ever way his musical bent, don't stop him. Let the show begin.

Dina said...

Bravo! Encore!!

me said...

I hear fellas who play the piana in them flea bitten dives make good money...

yamini said...

Going by the past performances ;-)) of this young fellow, I am sure he is headed towards a life filled with name, fame and, of course, dollars.

So, relax Kris, he ain't going anywhere near those flea-bitten dives. :-))

Kris said...

Lettuce, multitasking!

Kris said...

Roddy, he incorporates all limbs.

Kris said...

Dina, he loves it.

Kris said...

Me, in tips?

Kris said...

Yamini, there aren't many left around here. They're all filled with poker machines.

Danial said...

oh,he is professional.

Kris said...

Danial, very much so!