“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
Well it beats what we all said too often in the practice rooms at the conservatory where cries of SHIT! GOD DAMMIT!OH FUCK!FUCKIN-A! (a cry of triumph rare heard)FUCK THAT SHIT!I'LL GET YOU IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO, YOU GOD DAMNED FUCKIN' BASTARD!And YOU LOUSY STINKIN' COCKSUCKER!were heard at frequent intervals from boys and girls alike as we struggled daily to master the enormous difficulties involved in acquiring virtuosity –– always with varying degrees of success.If course we never talked the way ON STAGE no matter WHAT dreadful, humiliating mishap might occur.But all that was in the BM years –– i.e. Before Madonna.
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