I met Daniel Barenboim and Jacqueline DuPre
at a reception given to the Chicago Symphony Orchestra by the music department at Michigan State University, 1970, following a performance which included the Dvorak Cello Concerto.

My wife and I arrived at the place for the reception early and I introduced her to an acquaintance, noting that they were both English majors. My friend added he now paid his rent with his writing pornography for Penthouse.

Wanting to be published more than anything herself, my wife drilled my friend for details. I let the two of them shop-talk the smut industry while I watched the hall slowly fill up.

Several minutes later, I saw all the people in the room look at me, turning slowly, ceasing to talk. Have you ever had a herd of cows suddenly decide you were interesting? The change in the room went unnoticed by my wife and friend, having a lively, ribald bandinage. I turned to tell them that something is very wrong with all the other people in the room and met face-to-face with Barenboim and DuPre standing directly among us. The Barenboim's both had huge grins on their faces. I don't know if my wife's conversation gave them ideas to try in the bedroom or if they appreciated the incongruity of hot chat greeting them at a reception in their honor. From the time I noticed the change in the room, they would have heard quite a bit.

"Hello," I said, grabbing my wife and friend, "we must be going." [exit upstage.]
( tromboner cherophobia is my kind of fun, Thu 5 Dec 2013, 14:13, 3 replies)

i quite like Dvorak
especially the cello concerto in B minor
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Thu 5 Dec 2013, 14:25, closed)

I prefer qwerty.

( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Thu 5 Dec 2013, 14:27, closed)

each to their own, munchy, each to their own

( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Thu 5 Dec 2013, 14:34, closed)