Dulcimers by Doug Berch Available at Elderly Instruments
Nov 21st, 2008 by Doug Berch
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If your dulcimer is playing a monkey I say let them have some privacy!
Is that what the kids are calling it these days….
Great hearing from you!
I think that perhaps you could offer a combo dulcimer/monkey deal and make it hand over fist. Then you can start a foundation to liberate musically enslaved monkeys from their bonds. Win-win.
I never thought of the monkeys as musically enslaved. Gee, I have to revisit my who concept now…
I’ve probably been living here too long already. That is how it works here: create a problem utilizing regular trade avenues, then create the solution to the problem using the money made in the creation of the problem. Rinse and repeat. It’s corruption v2.0, no need for middle-men anymore, just be the cause and access the benefits of the corruption directly.
It does make you wonder, though: what happened to all those $18.95 monkeys?
I was in a band with some of those $18.95 monkeys in New York City during the 1970′s. Last I heard one went to art school and another got a job on Wall Street.
Robespierre was the one I knew best. Last time I saw him he was writing a manifesto about using the Postal Service as a means to liberate the soul. His theology was surely influenced by his emergence from a cardboard box into the hubbub of the New York art-world of the 1970′s. As street musicians we played Soho quite a bit back then.
The last I heard about Robespierre he had sealed himself in a cardboard box with a substantial amount of postage using only the word “Utopia” as a mailing address.
He hasn’t been seen since.
Hey! I used to date a monkey named Robespiere way back when I lived on that comune in Utopia, Oregon. Think it could be the same one? He did have a penchant for licking stamps. I never thought of his ramblings as theology per se, I just thought he was trippin’. I kinda miss that cheeky monkey…
“shake your” monkey “maker” , as a song I once heard didn’t exactly go…
I bet it was the same Robespiere. I mean, how many monkeys named Robespiere can there be?
If you see him again tell him not to worry about the $50 and things never would have worked out with Janine anyway.
Hey Janet,
All I can say is ouch! On the other hand, if a monkey-maker costs less than $18.95 it would be a great deal!