Poems by Eric Pazdziora. Oddity found on poemhunter.com. I. Lines Found Scrawled on the Wall of an Abandoned Abecedarium Abe, he see the effigy, Age-eyed, shaky elemental peak— You are rusty, you veer, Double your ex-wife’s sea. II. Trial
This clock in our electronic music studio at UNCG doesn’t work: it’s permanently stuck on one time. If you get why this is, you’re officially a music nerd.
While teaching a freshman music class in ear training, somehow I wandered into this observation. My students seemed to like it. Sometimes I fancy myself quotable, so here you go:
First published in April, 2009. A few more jokes added since. As you may have heard, April is National Poetry Month, and as T. S. Eliot pointed out, it’s also the cruelest month. (Really? Well, April does have Tax Day,
For everyone who’s seen me play with Thornfield, there’s an inevitable recurring question after each show: “What in the world is that thing?” <— (me) <— (that thing) The somewhat anticlimactic answer is that
Here’s a little treat for those who enjoy the sillier side of my music. “The Doctor Song” was composed many years ago and has often provoked laughter from unsuspecting audiences, but some have denied its existence since there was no
Just when you thought it was safe to go to the thrift store…. They’re back! Yes, you remember those hilariously horrible old Christian album covers I found in one of my old silly posts? Unbelievably tacky pictures from a bygone era of
Now pay attention, children: if you practice the piano just 20 minutes every day, do you know what will happen?… …You will grow up to be humiliated by a second grader. (Tip-o'-the-hat: 22 words.)
Our sources assure us that this study was published in a peer-reviewed journal. Certainly the research appears to have been exhaustive. Or exhausting. Tip-o'-the-hat to Grasping Reality with Both Hands.