The sun may come out...

So I'm playing for a show soon, let's say it's Annie. Just so happens one of my students has a younger sibling by that name. Said sibling was having a rough time being quiet and listening to mom at a recent lesson. When they left, this exchange occurred:

Mom, to me: Good luck with Annie!
Me: Thanks! *looks at sibling* You too!
Mom: *sighs* Yeah.

Maybe ask someone else...

No, I don't mind that you interrupt my playing to ask a question. Yes, I live here. Um...hm. No, I don't know where to eat around here, especially if you don't want to eat at Cheers. There's a place across the Garden, about halfway down the block, with good sandwiches, but I don't remember what it's called. I eat at Starbucks, mostly. Sometimes at the ice cream truck. Sorry. Enjoy your stay in Boston!

Sentence unlikely to be heard outside a violin lesson...

"Mom, can you fix my Kun* while I tighten my frog?"

*pronounced "koon"

From out and about

I was walking past a preschool in my neighborhood. An older woman was walking behind me. A young man who works at the preschool had two toddlers in hand.

Relevant information: The toddlers were very dark skinned. The woman behind me was somewhat lighter than they were. I am as white as white can be...I do have a tan from being outside, but still.

Toddler 1, upon seeing me: That's my mommy!
Toddler 2: No, that's MY mommy!
1: NO, that's MY mommy!
2: NOOOO, that's MY mommy!

They pass me. From behind me, I hear:

1: That's not my mommy.
2: No, that's not MY mommy!

Then they see the woman behind me....

1: That's my mommy!
2: No, that's MY mommy!

Neither she nor I were, in fact, either of these children's mommies. But they were oh so very cute.

Again not musical

I was on the bus the other day, and a boy who appeared to be around eight or nine had clutched in his fist a sheaf of papers, on the top of which was written in eight- or nine-year-old boy writing:

"AVETAR: The Last Ear Bender"

Close enough for me.

Nowt to do with music...

...summat to do with Boston.

I was sitting at the bus stop, engrossed in Sudoku, when a woman came up and asked if she could ask me a question.

I won't do a verbatim transcription, but I will say: Asking me for money is one thing. When I say I don't have any cash, asking if we can't go to the bank is quite another.

Also, don't touch me.

Awwww

From a four-year-old student: "I have a really good remembory."

I love kids' brains sometimes...

The following conversation took place with one of my students who is disturbingly smart, but occasionally lacks a bit in the common sense department. (Note: I'm the same way, only she's smarter than I've ever been.)

Student: The music's hard to read.
Fiddler: Yes, I think there's a reason for that.
S: I don't know what that reason is.
F: Well...think about it.
S: Hm...the music's kind of curved, so it's at a weird angle.
F: True, but that's not the current problem.
S: I don't know.
F: What are some reasons that people sometimes can't see things?
S: Sometimes things are too far away, but I'm really close to the music.
F: Right. What else?
S: Some people have poor eyesight, but my vision is perfect, so it's not that.
F: Also right. What else?
S: *ponders extensively* I just don't know.
F: What time of day is it?
S: OH! It's DARK in here! Maybe I should turn on the light!
F: Maybe you should.

*cue blinking as eyes try to adjust to sudden flood of light*

Too Darn Hot...

I've hardly been busking at all, what with the ridiculous temperatures (whaddya think this is, summer or something?) and the failure of whatever rain we do get to ameliorate said temperatures or humidity.

Exhibit A: Melted cats (note: we do have an air conditioned room. They do not generally choose to stay in it. I occasionally open the door and yell, "You're all stupid!" at them.)
















However, I think this is relevant, since I do much of my summer busking near the Make Way for Ducklings statue. (found via Universal Hub)