I was a music major (see my bio for confirmation) and it’s highly competitive in college in order to get distinction on your comps. I just got “dis-stink.” Actually, I’m a pretty decent musician. Functional, anyway.
This story is based on something that occurred several years after I graduated. Reprinted from January 10, 2013.
Thanks to Bjorn Rudberg for this picture because you know it’s “all about da-bass/ ’bout da bass/ no treble.”
When Aunt Wilma called Mom to ask me if I knew Donna Manners from my college days, I wondered what “Prima Donna” Manners wanted with my aunt.
Said she was an aspiring country singer. Could she stay with Aunt Wilma and Uncle Bob for awhile in Nashville while she worked it out?
I remembered her full of talent AND herself … making me look stupid in front of the music instructors who said she clearly had the superior voice.
“Tell Aunt Wilma no!” Being late, I headed for the theater. Gotta get there fast! They can’t start La Traviata without “Violetta.”