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I'd never heard of them before. I couldn't get over the fact that Josh had a record player.
"Seriously, you don't know Tull ?" he said, shaking his head in amazement. "I would've thought you'd have been all over them." He placed the record on his player. "I think you'll like them. They've got this kick-ass flutist in the band. Trust me, you've never heard anything like it."
"Okay," I said, eyeing the record player. I know my grandparents had them growing up, but the only other times I'd seen them were in museums or antique shops.
"It's pretty cool, huh?" he said, grinning. "It used to be my mom's. She saved all of her albums."
"But she's so young!" I blurted out. "Surely she grew up with CDs."
"She did, but albums are historical, you know? A lot of these are original recordings that she got online or in vintage music stores." He put his finger to his lips. "Now listen," he said quietly. "Here comes that flute I was telling you about."
I closed my eyes as the rock tune suddenly launched into a lilting flute melody. Josh was right; this really wasn't like anything I'd heard before. The flute sailed high above the bass line, twisting and contorting the notes until they were almost unrecognizable. I drummed my fingers in time to the beat. When I opened my eyes, Josh was lying back in his bed, a glazed expression on his face. I recognized that look because I'd gotten it many times while I was practicing. He was melding into the music, dissecting every note and beat and nuance. He let it take him into another world.
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Once the album was over, Josh hopped off of his bed and carefully placed the record back into its case. "That was awesome," I said. "First thing I'm doing when I get home is downloading them."
He smiled. "See, I knew you'd like it. There's nothing like the classics."
I looked around his room. "So I guess you're really into all this old stuff then?"
He frowned. "It's not old . It's classic . Or maybe vintage. But there's a reason why it's still popular all these years later. Because it's good."
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After Josh played a few more albums for me (one by The Beatles and one by AC DC), he stood up and motioned at his computer. "So about Kathy," he began. "I suppose we ought to get to work."
"Um ... okay," I said. Truthfully, I was having such a good time just hanging out with him and listening to music that I didn't care if we worked on our "project" or not, but I didn't want to disappoint him. Not when I was finally getting to be true friends with Josh.
"I've thought about this and I think I came up with another good idea," he said, smiling. He sat back down on his bed. "Name everything that Mr. Francis hates."
I thought for a moment. The guy pretty much hated everything so there was plenty to choose from. "Getting interrupted ... um, you ... when people play wrong notes, you, when people are late, you..." I laughed. "Did I mention you ?"
Josh stuck out his tongue. "Ha ha . Well, Miss Smart Ass, you forgot one thing. Remember when that college student came by to guest conduct last year and took the podium?"
"Oh yeah, and Mr. Francis went nuts!" The poor student didn't know what had happened. One minute he was all ready to conduct us, which was probably something his school required him to do, and the next Mr. Francis was shrieking, "It's my band, MY band, get out of here!" I shuddered at how sensitive Mr. Francis was about people taking over his class.
"That's right," Josh said. He smirked. "Well, we're going to get Kathy to conduct the class. And then we'll have front-row seats to watch ole Francis's head spin around and fly off."
I shook my head. "Oh come on. How on earth are we going to get Kathy to do that? She's such a goody-goody with teachers, she'd never do anything that would get her into trouble."
"No, she wouldn't," Josh said slowly, "which is why we have to make her think she's been
"Seriously, you don't know Tull ?" he said, shaking his head in amazement. "I would've thought you'd have been all over them." He placed the record on his player. "I think you'll like them. They've got this kick-ass flutist in the band. Trust me, you've never heard anything like it."
"Okay," I said, eyeing the record player. I know my grandparents had them growing up, but the only other times I'd seen them were in museums or antique shops.
"It's pretty cool, huh?" he said, grinning. "It used to be my mom's. She saved all of her albums."
"But she's so young!" I blurted out. "Surely she grew up with CDs."
"She did, but albums are historical, you know? A lot of these are original recordings that she got online or in vintage music stores." He put his finger to his lips. "Now listen," he said quietly. "Here comes that flute I was telling you about."
I closed my eyes as the rock tune suddenly launched into a lilting flute melody. Josh was right; this really wasn't like anything I'd heard before. The flute sailed high above the bass line, twisting and contorting the notes until they were almost unrecognizable. I drummed my fingers in time to the beat. When I opened my eyes, Josh was lying back in his bed, a glazed expression on his face. I recognized that look because I'd gotten it many times while I was practicing. He was melding into the music, dissecting every note and beat and nuance. He let it take him into another world.
###
Once the album was over, Josh hopped off of his bed and carefully placed the record back into its case. "That was awesome," I said. "First thing I'm doing when I get home is downloading them."
He smiled. "See, I knew you'd like it. There's nothing like the classics."
I looked around his room. "So I guess you're really into all this old stuff then?"
He frowned. "It's not old . It's classic . Or maybe vintage. But there's a reason why it's still popular all these years later. Because it's good."
###
After Josh played a few more albums for me (one by The Beatles and one by AC DC), he stood up and motioned at his computer. "So about Kathy," he began. "I suppose we ought to get to work."
"Um ... okay," I said. Truthfully, I was having such a good time just hanging out with him and listening to music that I didn't care if we worked on our "project" or not, but I didn't want to disappoint him. Not when I was finally getting to be true friends with Josh.
"I've thought about this and I think I came up with another good idea," he said, smiling. He sat back down on his bed. "Name everything that Mr. Francis hates."
I thought for a moment. The guy pretty much hated everything so there was plenty to choose from. "Getting interrupted ... um, you ... when people play wrong notes, you, when people are late, you..." I laughed. "Did I mention you ?"
Josh stuck out his tongue. "Ha ha . Well, Miss Smart Ass, you forgot one thing. Remember when that college student came by to guest conduct last year and took the podium?"
"Oh yeah, and Mr. Francis went nuts!" The poor student didn't know what had happened. One minute he was all ready to conduct us, which was probably something his school required him to do, and the next Mr. Francis was shrieking, "It's my band, MY band, get out of here!" I shuddered at how sensitive Mr. Francis was about people taking over his class.
"That's right," Josh said. He smirked. "Well, we're going to get Kathy to conduct the class. And then we'll have front-row seats to watch ole Francis's head spin around and fly off."
I shook my head. "Oh come on. How on earth are we going to get Kathy to do that? She's such a goody-goody with teachers, she'd never do anything that would get her into trouble."
"No, she wouldn't," Josh said slowly, "which is why we have to make her think she's been
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