:: Darryl's Desk :: This is a photo of Darryl and me, taken at Festigal, where I played violin with Michelle Payne. Darryl comes to a lot of shows, and ya gotta love him. ...but I digress....Darryl emailed these compositions: ~ a thoughtful pondering ~ "If you mix swing music with mexican food do you get the samba?" ~ a pensive stanza ~ "There once was a band name Pretty Boy Freud, That could play a tune better than any other humanoid, When they played their music no one was annoyed, And after listening to them everyone was overjoyed!" ~ and Darryl's latest ~ Monday version of the Titantic From the bridge of the HMS Titantic: "Captin! There's a MONDAY dead ahead!" exclaims the watchful sailor. "Where did that come from! These sea lanes are suppose to be Monday free!" replies the captain. "I dunt know captin! But she's a munster at least 80 feet high full of employee dread!" says the sailor. "Quick hard to port! Maybe we can make it to TUESDAY." Orders the captain. The doomed ship begins to respond slowly but its destiny seems inevitable. "I don't think she's goin to make it captin! The day is just too big!" cries the sailor. "Brace for impact!" bellows the captain. The sound of a million screeching alarm clocks fills the air. The ship shakes violently and then begins to settle. Shaken the captain and the first mate collect themselves from the malay. "Damage report!" orders the captain. The first mate speaks briefly to the masses below. "Three traffic accidents. Six spilled coffees. And unfortunately one heart attack." Reports the first mate. "But more traffic is rushing in below decks and the anxiety level is rising in the engine room." "She's can't be saved. Lower the life boats." Says the captain with resignation. "All those with early retirements and substantial 401k plans can depart first. Then those with close relationships to management. Those that play golf poorly are last." The captain instructs. The first mate relays the instructions to below. Upon completion he finds that there is no one else on the bridge! The captain has disappeared! Little does he know the captain is below decks quickly cashing out his stock options. And so the fate of the HMS Titantic has been doomed by the weekly reality. The tragedy is filled with individual tales of greed, compassion, lust, heroism, and hope. And as the ship slowly slides into the freezing waters of the North Atlantic this fateful day will only become a forgotten experience only to be vaguely recollected about a week from now . . . . . . Darryl....we all thank you :)