| Bunk:
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| I’d like to tell you about the first time I went down to take some piano
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| lessons from the lady on the corner—her name was Elmira Snodgrass.
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| That was really her name
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| I was seven years old and my mother took me down, introduced me.
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| She got her little book of stars out, you know, you get a BLUE STAR if you
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| play your lesson with no mistakes. |
| And she— Oh, she was really into it
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| So the first week I went down there, uh, it really didn’t mean so much to me
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| but I thought her name was so funny that I had to keep commenting on it
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| And uh, she said uh, «Johnny, you’re gonna have to straighten up a little there
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| if we’re gonna get along.» |
| So uh, I think I got a Red Elephant that week.
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| I didn’t do too well
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| So uh, I straightened up next week and uh—I forget what the tune was,
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| but I tore it up. |
| No mistakes at all. |
| But uh, my posture was very poor.
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| I had very poor posture so, uh, that week I got uh—I think it was a Blue Horse.
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| And uh, she said I was doing much better
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| Nice! |
| So by the time the third week—I had started to practice by then,
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| I was getting serious and I. .
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| Roy:
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| Buns
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| Bunk:
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| I went back for my lesson and she said, uh, «I hope you get a Blue Star this
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| weekend, Johnny.» |
| So I played my lesson and uh, I got my Blue Star and uh,
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| she said, «You'll have to do better than that when .»
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| Roy:
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| I always wondered what made you sleepy. |
| I thought it was buns. |
| I don’t know.
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| Hamburgers, cheese. |
| Buns. |
| I think it’s probably the buns. |
| I thought it was the
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| cheese at one time, I don’t know. |
| Weasely cheese. |
| Could have been the pickles
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| or something—buns. |
| It had to be the buns
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| Bunk:
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| She said, «.» |
| So I started bringing in four books
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| Motorhead:
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| So I said
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| Roy:
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| Buns! |
| Round buns, long buns. |
| I don’t know, hot dog buns, or something.
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| It must have been. |
| No, it had to be the buns, I guess. |
| I don’t know.
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| It could be the mustard. |
| But then again. |
| .
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| Bunk: And she said, «John, I don’t think there’s any more that I can teach you.
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| «So I started taking lessons from her son, whose name was Freddie Snodgrass.
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| He’s a pretty good piano player, by the way.
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| Motorhead:
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| Roy:
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| Buns! |
| That’s all I can see. |
| BUNS! |
| BUNS!
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| Bunk:
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| I’d like to play jazz. |
| You couldn’t get very serious. |
| I told her I wanted to
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| play jazz. |
| So she said, «Take that jazz and stick it under a rock!
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| «So I had to forget about jazz. |
| So I jumped into the classics. |
| My first tune
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| was, uh, Beethoven’s. |
| . |