And good thing, too, because one word simply cannot describe the caper. Here are a few extras that might be used:
- Downright bold
And don’t forget potentially brilliant (if he hadn’t been caught, that is).
Folks, we need to get Shorty. El Paso/Juarez hold some fun memories for me, and it’s sad that the area is a war zone now.
It was a month-long engagement, at the piano bar with a great jazz pianist named Luis Méndez. I’ve lost track of him over the years…
On a couple occasions, Louie would call in two of his friends — bass player and drummer — to play with us. It was great fun. I learned an awful lot about jazz that summer, at only 20 years old. I’ve never forgotten it.
And my students will laugh at these photos because I actually had a real tan (living at the pool every day for a month in 100+-degree heat and sunshine will do that). And check out the curly hair. Yep, I paid good money for that.
And speaking of spending good money…time to get back to writing about the history of public school music in America. ZzzZzzzz…..
Fink out (as in “unconscious”).