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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.
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lettuce said…
or, even better, both
3 October 2009 at 20:42
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.
3 October 2009 at 21:24
Dina said…
Bravo! Encore!!
3 October 2009 at 23:19
smudgeon said…
I hear fellas who play the piana in them flea bitten dives make good money...
4 October 2009 at 09:15
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. :-))
5 October 2009 at 16:17
Kris McCracken said…
Lettuce, multitasking!
6 October 2009 at 10:08
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, he incorporates all limbs.
6 October 2009 at 10:08
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, he loves it.
6 October 2009 at 10:09
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, there aren't many left around here. They're all filled with poker machines.
6 October 2009 at 10:09
Danial Bigham said…
oh,he is professional.
7 October 2009 at 22:22
Kris McCracken said…
Danial, very much so!
13 October 2009 at 09:46
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