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Here I am, tied to the journey of a musical

  • Here I am, tied to the journey of a musical instrument through the ages and across continents, transcending spatial and temporal dimensions, a mere sub-plot, interwoven with the
  • pan flute. I basically wrote Zamfir's whole act. I was his road manager. I had a cancer kazoo. Zamfir would tickle my blow whole, and hold his pan flute next to it. It was the
  • best week of my life, but when Yanni calls, you answer. I packed my duffel bag and started walking. I got as far as Hoboken before
  • someone finally pulled over, flagged by my hitch hiking thumb. "Where you heading?" the old woman asked me. "Yanni's calling me," I replied. She simply nodded and opened the door.
  • She'd heard his music and wanted to attend the concert as much as I did. Yanni was a personal friend of mine from way back. His sister protected my innocence against my will
  • as I never understood the hypnotic attraction of Yanni playing the klezmer. While not Jewish nor gay (if there is a difference) never could avoid becoming turgid when I heard that
  • instrumental version of Barbie Girl is a Shikseh. Oy, was that a song, Girl! Two snaps up and pass the latkes.
  • But the rabbi was NOT amused. Why were all the parodies about MATTEL toys? Couldn't the guy at
  • CRAYOLA get made fun of for once? Of a somewhat tangential relation, the rabbi was rapidly becoming rabid. He really should have had that mongoose bite checked out sooner but now
  • it was too late and multicollored foam was forming from his mouth.Trying to find forgiviness the rabid rabbi,knowing he would die soon faced the sky and saw...Jesus! Hoy!

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