Musician's Institute

With occasional biting sarcasm...

 

I see what you mean. Reminds me of an old post of mine, in the 50-word story contest:

"Hazlehurst, Mississippi. Sun slowly sinking in a blood-red sky.

Kudzu vines climbed the porch. The old man played "Terraplane Blues."
"You the boy wants to play the Blues?"
"Yessir, that's me."

"I charges twenty-five dollars a lesson. You got to practice, you hear?
At last. Grad School...for real."

Yes, Nosborne. I guess yours is a good way to get where you want to be, musically. Diff'rent strokes and all that.