I have had a very difficult and traumatic life, to say the least. It is imperative for me to do things that make both sense and are fun. It is also important for me to be unabashedly myself, and I have been known for my sense of humor. It gets me through working 3 jobs, it got me through living in a 2 room basement that opened into a drug/gang infested alleyway with no hot water or heat for over a year, got me through more heart ache than I care to remember, living with sickle cell disease – genetic blood order that came with my re-vitaligo, when I got evicted from my apartment etc
At night while I relax home or write these posts, I sing and sometimes do an impromptu dance. I’m a blues man without even trying or having a bad perm. To this end 2 months ago I bought from Sam Ash a beautiful Hohner Blues Harmonica – why for two reasons:
- I love the blues and I dont have a guitar at the moment to continue my self teaching and crappy playing
- The Harmonica is called also the harp, and by some “the mouth organ.”
I’ve been teaching myself to play, and am doing well but I’ve been using it as a means of ribald mockery and joking. Here are some funny scenarios me and my mouth organ have gotten into 🙂
(Desperately looking through my pockets for change)
Female Friend: Why are your pockets always so full ?
Me: Oh its my mouth organ
Female Friend: Uhm….. Really….?!?!?!
Me: Being Black has really helped me out in some ways …. Just kidding
Female Friend: oh …(awkward pause) ..
Me: yeah, I keep it around when I am nervous and just wanna blow out a few notes
Female Friend: (Childish giggles…)
Chilling with my mom and pops
Me: Hey Momz …
Momz: Yeah Dave ?
Me: Do you got an old rag, perferably soft I can use
Momz: Sure what for
Me: I want to blow my mouth organ a bit, need to clean it, rub it down make it shiny
Momz: You’re disgusting, is that where all our money and catholic school …
Me: <cuts her off> Who wants to blow a dirty mouth organ? – Cleanliness before Godliness Didn’t you tell me that
Momz: Leave me alone
(sister giggling in the background)
Me: According to the instruction,
Wiping the wood down with a cloth and lightly blowing …
Father: What is wrong with you ?
(Sister giggling/cackling even louder)
Me: Me ? You look like I asked you for porno, a tube sock and 5 minutes
Father: Oh Jesus!!!
Me: I just want a clean mouth organ to play with
Sister: isn’t that a sin?
Me: Practice doesnt count
( Same Female friend from before a few weeks later)
Friend: What was that you were just playing?
Me: Heart of Gold by Neil Young,
Friend: oh never got into Neil Young …
Me: Leave that to his proctologist
Friend: Lol funny …<giggles> Is it hard to play ?
Me: Nah you just have to be relaxed and dont suck too hard
Friend: Uhm your joking right ?
Me: Hear, I wiped it down put it in your mouth and try to play
Friend: (giggles) That’s wrong ….
Me: You can’t press your lips to it and blow you have to commit, have to really put your lips over it make a tight seal
( BTW Readers: Everyone knows this is called in music Embouchure)
Friend: uhm… ?!?!
Me: Yeah breathe from the diaphram
Friend: ok that was clean
Me: huhn ?… uhm yeah whateva ….. this is how you hold it
Friend: Ok cool
Me: If you hold it too tight you wont be able to move your head around and slide it up and down to….
Friend: Giggling …Wtf is wrong with you, (says my real name)
Me: It’s called a glissando in music means to slide down the harmonica or to go up or down a few notes. The verb glisser in french means to slide
Friend: Why do I talk to you, you’re hopeless
Me: You were calling out my name a few secs ago must be doing something right. You cant act and were never a drama student at NYU
– laughter and shit talking about NYU students
- Behind the Scenes of ASpoonfulofSuga: Why Re-Vitaligo? (aspoonfulofsuga.wordpress.com)
- Why are my lips cracked in the corners? (zocdoc.com)
- Master’s Sense of Humor (girlslavejournal.wordpress.com)