When did we decide to stop playing music as we fight? I mean, there had to have been a meeting, right?
“Um, maybe we should stop playing music and just concentrate on killing the enemy?”
“All in favor!?”
(cue gavel hitting a handmade wooden desk in a snowy field, surrounded by white tents and dysentery.)
Flutes and drums. Imagine walking, straight-backed and straight-faced while you play the flute so angelically, or rat-a-tat-tatting with straight, wooden sticks while large, oddly shaped metal bullets whizz and whir very wobblily by your white-wigged noggin.
Were we simply naïve and dumb, or are we now too technical and in need of depth and passion?
Teresa Forester Adams 