tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15760562.post116592556419317704..comments2023-06-13T02:22:14.943-07:00Comments on Music in a Suburban Scene: M. Keiserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06371756348134460552noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15760562.post-1167450783112142862006-12-29T19:53:00.000-08:002006-12-29T19:53:00.000-08:00Wow. That joke brought back a rush of memories fro...Wow. That joke brought back a rush of memories from the six weeks I spent in Italy (heard it on a number of occassions).<BR/><BR/>Half the fun of the joke is that it seems to arise (in my experience) in conversations with people who, about the time of telling the joke make known exactly how self-conscious Europeans are (or aren't) of themselves. Plus, nothing says cordial like self-deprecation. Unless of course you're talking to a French ballerino, in which case its best to hold out for a conversation that's almost-sufferable.<BR/><BR/>I'm no musician but I just listened to impro4.mp3 and loved it. Really. Sterling.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com