I sometimes play my sousaphone when I'm walking down the street with it. Because as long as you're walking down the street with a giant ridiculous instrument, you might as well play it, and because it keeps drunken fratboys from demanding that you PLAY SOMETHINGGG BRAAAAAH.
I heard this from my window but couldn't see, and wondered why he didn't play a song, it was frustrating, he was just playing random notes every now and then, and none in a row.
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It's a Sousaphone! (marching version of a Tuba)
ReplyDeleteI sometimes play my sousaphone when I'm walking down the street with it. Because as long as you're walking down the street with a giant ridiculous instrument, you might as well play it, and because it keeps drunken fratboys from demanding that you PLAY SOMETHINGGG BRAAAAAH.
ReplyDeleteBut that is not me.
I'd like to know what tune he was playing…
ReplyDeleteSomeone finally directed him to the bike lane and he walked back over the bridge to "Look At Me Land" AKA Brooklyn.
ReplyDeleteDay where? Hmm.
ReplyDeleteIt's sights like those that make me happy I live in NYC.
ReplyDeleteI was so hungover and I had a trumpet blazing into one ear and that damn Tuba in the other. SAXAMAPHONE.
ReplyDeleteI heard this from my window but couldn't see, and wondered why he didn't play a song, it was frustrating, he was just playing random notes every now and then, and none in a row.
ReplyDeleteI approve of this activity 100%
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