Piano over midi

Just quit while you're ahead...

reboot /h

In your next life come back as a child prodigy of Chinese descent. Start learning at age 1 and playing by 2. You'll be fine then.

yes

GO OUTSIDE NOW.

Did somebody tell you that? You couldn't excite Jo Brand.

Ohhh... it get much worse...

My landlord builds the things for a living! They are I have to say works of art, hand crafted from lumps of wood into beautiful inlayed hand finished instruments of acoustic torture. Look at it this way he has a 7 year waiting list at present.

He's been working on the latest one for the past couple of months and the customer and his mate have just flown in from Cork to pick it up. It's rather Irish and diddly diddly down in my Kitchen just at the minute.. Least this means another month until he's tuning one of the fockers again, the one going out the door today has three sets of reids and each note is hand tunned.

My other house mate by contrast makes / plays electronica / techno.

Do you think I've found a house as bizarre as me or what?

Yes, the house is almost as bizarre as you.

Still, where it comes to bizarre housing I'll be giving you some competition in the next month - moving back in with the parents for the interim. Fun...

Wasn't there an app that ran off the Win95 environment that you could hook a MIDI file into, and it actually showed a keyboard that would show the sequence? Or am I confused with that guitar tab program?

And why a piano? If I had to choose an instrument, guitar or bag pipe (I'd love to be sloshed going off at 3am with a bagpipe I can hardly play - for ze neighbours or some goofy seranade for some toothless lass)

Makes sense. Dunno nada about music though, so I'd think that a piano would take some practice, but I recon if you have the background you'd be able to quickly pick it up.

A rousing rendition of "God Save The Queen" would suitably rile a drunk Irishman.....

Then play the Sex Pistol's version of God Save The Queen.

Tell him it gives you a hard on and forces you to touch yourself. That should put a stop to it.

In fairness he is gigging today and it needed sorting out.. This does also give me a house to myself until tomorrow afternoon so we might be calling hunting season later

To miss quote Harry Hill.. 'Lets Bring out the Beavers!'

As much as you hate Manc's I know you're a business man at heart. Seeing as the mighty battle cruiser does ~0.001 mpg and I own less that a grands worth of kit even you would struggle to profit on that one.

Yeah.. I saw that one played on the 'Real Hustle'. Camera phones have their uses but at the end of the day it can be a hard one to spot if done properly. Of the ones I've seen on there the Origami scam struck me as one of the cleanest to pull off. That and the torn £20 scam.. very simple.

I've played at a little social engineering in my time. If you don't give them reason to question people will give you anything..

What do they expect of people? Honesty?

The only honest monkey is a dead monkey. [/sagacious and half-cut Bomber]

Absofcukinglutely correct.

Isn't AV a turbo shandy man?

I'm a very, very cheap man...

Lambrini girls just wanna have fun.

Right, enough of this, I'm off for a pint. Just the one mind, though it will be the tenth one.

Tom prefers the solitude.

Gives him time to prepare for his evening Thomas cabaret.

Oh fock me!...*inserts spewing emoticon*...

The imagery that provokes is an outrage to my sensibilities.

I've seen some wild shite in my day, but I have no doubt my hair would be blown right-the-fock back if I turned up in your neck of the woods.

No focking way!



I'm all for people having a good time, but jesus, there's only so much Fab 5 shite that a straight bloke can take before he's looking for a hetro porn bar.

From musical instruments to pubs...

Me and a buncha friends wandered into a pub in Cape Town a few years back, on a hot day after we'd been surfing since 4AM. I'm guessing it was early afternoon, could've been late morning. Anyway.

We're all mildly sunburnt, pleasantly stoned and ultrarelaxed, and after a while we notice that the rest of the occupants of this bar are very intensely checking us out and generally looking a bit like they were all raving homos.

When we realised where we were, we didn't even finish our drinks before we all reversed out of there pretty fu[b][/b]cking sharpish. 'Screw that, let's roll another round of blunts and catch the next wave' were my exact words on leaving, as I recall.