Piano Man
Our pianist was in a severe hit-and-run auto accident this weekend.
He's in the hospital right now, with, among other injuries, broken hands.
Best info I have is he's "ok" and his hands should be fine in 6 months.
He has no insurance.
He plays piano for a living.
Christmas is the big season for makin' piano money.
We will either have to find someone & rehearse with them Thursday to perform Friday or simply perform the show a capella.
I don't know what he's going to do.
(Good news: our director is a kick-ass lawyer. Good News: the drunk-ass bitch that hit him was (somehow) caught and put in jail. Good News: bitch actually had insurance that will run to ~20K. Bad News: bitch prolly don't have anymore money than that.)
On a semi-unrelated note, I had a whimsical thought today:
Life is gonna fuck you, like it or not.
All you can do is relax and maybe lube up a bit.
He's in the hospital right now, with, among other injuries, broken hands.
Best info I have is he's "ok" and his hands should be fine in 6 months.
He has no insurance.
He plays piano for a living.
Christmas is the big season for makin' piano money.
We will either have to find someone & rehearse with them Thursday to perform Friday or simply perform the show a capella.
I don't know what he's going to do.
(Good news: our director is a kick-ass lawyer. Good News: the drunk-ass bitch that hit him was (somehow) caught and put in jail. Good News: bitch actually had insurance that will run to ~20K. Bad News: bitch prolly don't have anymore money than that.)
On a semi-unrelated note, I had a whimsical thought today:
Life is gonna fuck you, like it or not.
All you can do is relax and maybe lube up a bit.