Sunday, March 04, 2007

wrong, wrong, wrong...

I had a bit of a mini crush on this bloke I worked with sometimes a couple of years ago. When he was leaving the company some terribly officious woman I’d never seen before in my life came round to our department with his leaving card and collection envelope. He was well liked and everyone dug deep.

Officious Woman came round after he’d left to tell us what we’d bought him.

“A really cool t-shirt, some little drums and percussion stuff...”

“Drums?” I interrupted.

“Yes, he’s really into drumming.”

“You don’t mean, like, bongos?”

Apparently so.

I went right off him instantly. Bongos? For fuck’s sake.

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  • I share your suspicion of bongos. There was a point in my life when it seemed that at every party I went to, a bloke would inevitably bring out a pair. It was my cue to get extremely drunk (if I wasn't already) and/or leave.
    Bongos, bodhrans: kiss of death at any musical gathering.

    By Blogger Arabella, at 7:26 PM  

  • Bongos, for all their sinister-ness are better than tambourines.

    By Blogger Billy, at 7:41 PM  

  • If there was any justice in the world, the gubberment would replace Trident with some sort of bongo-seeking missile.

    By Blogger LC, at 8:20 PM  

  • I was also going to say better than tambourines, so I'll change that to accordion which truly is the devil's musical instrument of choice.

    By Blogger James, at 8:45 PM  

  • There used to be a bloke at Covent Garden who played the rubbish bins. Bongos are better than that and all that STOMP! nonsense.

    By Blogger Geoff, at 9:09 PM  

  • I couldn't find a picture of you for my blogroll so I just image googled "Spinster" and used one of the first things I found.

    By Blogger Annie Rhiannon, at 10:38 AM  

  • I have nothing in particular against bongos (other than the fact that they induce unpleasant flashbacks to various festivals and other 'alternative gatherings' i might have attended, and at which i might have partaken too liberally of the entertainments on offer), but this week my favourite instrument is the accordion.

    By Blogger patroclus, at 10:39 AM  

  • Worse than the intruments themselves are the people who claim there's an art to using them. Playing the bongos is not 'about rhythm'. It's about repeatedly twatting a bit of dead cow with your hands.

    By Anonymous 100 Words, at 1:35 PM  

  • true, but proper twatting still needs to be done rhythmically. ahem.

    By Blogger Chaucer's Bitch, at 1:40 PM  

  • I'm not a fan of the bongos myself, but having a good sense of rhythm is a good thing.

    By Blogger Sassy Sundry, at 5:17 PM  

  • Bongos...tiedye......Hawkwind..it's a never ending spiral of nightmarish hippidom....quick fetch my blunderbuss.

    By Blogger Lardy Big Bot, at 6:48 PM  

  • I would also add to bongoes 'any instrument played badly in public'. But bongoes are in a league of their own.

    Anyone who has experienced the backpacker circuit (it's like a never-ending festival) will understand.

    Why do these galloping twats feel they have the right to impose their non-music on the rest of us?

    Just because you're on a beach doesn't make you any less of a cunt, all right?

    By Blogger Spinsterella, at 6:57 PM  

  • I second that emotion. Likewise anyone who plays the didgeridoo.

    By Blogger JJ, at 7:28 PM  

  • Can I add anyone who plays the djembe and/or penny whistle.

    [and/or? I beg that no one would ever play them together]

    By Blogger miss-cellany, at 7:41 PM  

  • Spinny - the bongos were good enough for James Dean, Sir Eric Goodness and Richard Feynmann....I hardly think you - blog legend though you may well be - are qualified to cast aspersions on the percussive needs of the great and the good. Or James Dean.

    (Although, between you and me - give me a conga *anyday*...)

    L.U.V. on ya,


    cpktpcus - you do it deribilately, don't you??

    By Blogger Robert Swipe, at 9:22 PM  

  • gaaaah, bongos. someone always spoils the outdoors with bongoes.
    likewise the fricken recorder. hearing 'greensleeves 'tootled on a plactic recorder makes me want to pick up a yard of rebar and just start laying about randomly.

    By Blogger First Nations, at 10:36 PM  

  • Bad percussion: bongos, tambourine, cowbell (except on 'Honky Tonk Women'), glockenspiel, claves, finger cymbals

    Good percussion: tympani, tabla, bodhran, marimba, kodo drum, that scrapy thing from South America (like on 'Stand By Me'), tubular bells

    By Blogger Tim Footman, at 1:41 AM  

  • Know what you mean. Tito Puente - good. Young man without a shirt taking up residence in the centre of Galway for six months with a giant rain stick - bad.

    By Blogger Arabella, at 2:29 AM  

  • The scrapey thing is called the guiro.

    By Blogger Billy, at 11:31 AM  

  • She could have had anyone she wanted if only she could learn to control her vicious hatred of small drums...

    By Anonymous Tony Fucking Blair, at 12:43 PM  

  • What is your view on the bodhrun? Just an Irish vertical bongo that you hit with a stick? Or is there more to it?

    By Blogger realdoc, at 2:52 PM  

  • People have offered to teach me the bongoes!?!!

    Erm... Don't you just hit it in an annoying way?

    By Blogger Kissing just for practice, at 5:06 PM  

  • I took this photo in toulouse - says it all...


    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 10:42 AM  

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