You know, something very similar happened to me a few days ago. I was tuning for a jazz gig in a café. This was part of a festival, so it had to be done pretty well, (naturally). I managed to get it into the heads of the people that I needed peace and quiet, no fans, no open doors, and no friggin' music. OK 40 minutes into the tuning, the place opens up for a lunch buffet that the staff had been ever so buggingly been preparing. Three Americans come walking in (what a beautiful accent :)) and are given a table pretty close to me. Now, they weren´t really bugging me. Now something happens that I´ve never heard of before; The waitress comes to me and asks me whether I could WAIT WHILE THEY´RE EATING! Those were her last words! You can´t speak with a soundboard steel through your larynx! Die piggy piggy, die die! Kristinn At 19:48 18.8.2000 -0400, you wrote: >Tuning the grand wasn't hard enough with all the waite staff enroute >by the piano on their setup chores. It wasn't so bad either when they >had to shout above the tuning to carry on their conversation from across >the room. And when the vacuum started up, fortunately it was mostly on >the other side of the room. But when one waitress with a high pitched >voice started whining about her boyfriend I thought it couldn't get any >worse until she started throwing silverware into the drawer. > >At that point I had to stop and reflect, have a little chuckle; and then >proceed to work as fast as I could. > >Hazard pay, > >Jon Page > >PS I forgot to mention the waiter who intermittently whistled the note I was >attempting to tune. I would have liked to thrown some of that silverware >at him. :-) >
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