bury my tone
Originally published at kendrak's attack. You can comment here or there.
so, this weekend i got my mom’s old car. i drove it home from the bomb sac, aka sac, aka sacto, aka sacramento. i’m not a horrible driver, but i’m still a little cautious. i also cuss a lot and get mad at people who don’t signal. they can all die and go to hell.
i also picked up a baritone from the car. my dad bought it on ebay for cheap. it didn’t have a mouth piece, so i used the one from joe’s broken trombone. suprise! it worked! (not really a suprise.) suprise! i could still play my b-flat major scales! (actually, mildly suprising.) i need to clean it and get some valve oil, but yeah… i can still play.