A guy walks into a piano bar with a huge doberman. Within seconds, the manager stops him. “Excuse me, sir you can’t bring that dog in here.” Guy says, “You had an ad for a piano player. He’s going to audition.” Before the manager could register any of this information, the doberman is sitting on the piano bench, hind legs on the pedals, huge paws on the keys. He starts playing a gorgeous version of Billy Joel‘s "Piano Man," then he goes into a medley of standards- Duke Ellington, George Gershwin, Cole Porter. Then he ends the audition with a stunning version of Chopin's "Prelude In F Minor." The manager is in shock and he’s about to hire this dog on the spot when the front door slams open. It’s another doberman, who gallops to the piano, bites the neck of the doberman at the piano and drags him out of the bar into the street. The manager looks at the guy and says “What the hell was that?” Guy says, “Oh that’s his mother. She wanted him to be a doctor.”
Now that I've got you, I just wanted to give a quick plug for my sinkhole of a record business.
I don't have a lot of worthy inventory at the moment, as a few of my best sources have all but vanished from the face of the Earth.
But what I do have is pretty solid and as always, it is priced to moved.
Take a look, maybe you'll see something you just have to have.
Thanks, as always!
Take a look, maybe you'll see something you like.
Thanks for looking!
