Spoke to Joyce!
When I was in my 40's I decided to take drum lessons. I had always wanted to play the drums, so why wait any longer? I quickly found out how very difficult it was to be a drummer. All for limbs are playing different times, and my body said no!
I remember telling my drum instructor that I can't do this. He said, do it again and again until you get it. I practiced 5 hours a day, much to the kitties, Al's and neighbor's regret.
At last, I learned.. I was so excited and decided that this should be illegal because it is so much fun!
Al had a coworker who played the guitar and offered to come over and we could play together. We had a song that I totally loved. The beat was magnificent and we played it well together. He sang, I sang, and we played. He said, you know, you can just be doing a terrible job, but if you finish together, everyone says, Hey, those guys are GOOD!!
So we sang and played for months, I got to even play in the church band for a while. I loved every moment. My only concern was about the man who worked with Al.. His wife didn't seem to be the kind of person that would want her husband singing about this woman named Joyce all the time. That wasn't her name.
One day when we were playing, I realized that the song was not about Joyce, but about joints! I stopped cold and said, did you just say smoked two joints??? He said, yes, what do you think I was saying? Joyce, I said. Oh, he said. I can't play this one anymore. Oh...
Before I understood the words, I loved it:
Spoke to Joyce in the morning
Spoke to Joyce at night
Spoke to Joyce in the afternoon
Every thing's all right
Spoke to Joyce in times of peace
Spoke to Joyce in war
Spoke to Joyce then I spoke to Joyce
Then I spoke some more,
Spoke to Joyce!!
When I was in my 40's I decided to take drum lessons. I had always wanted to play the drums, so why wait any longer? I quickly found out how very difficult it was to be a drummer. All for limbs are playing different times, and my body said no!
I remember telling my drum instructor that I can't do this. He said, do it again and again until you get it. I practiced 5 hours a day, much to the kitties, Al's and neighbor's regret.
At last, I learned.. I was so excited and decided that this should be illegal because it is so much fun!
Al had a coworker who played the guitar and offered to come over and we could play together. We had a song that I totally loved. The beat was magnificent and we played it well together. He sang, I sang, and we played. He said, you know, you can just be doing a terrible job, but if you finish together, everyone says, Hey, those guys are GOOD!!
So we sang and played for months, I got to even play in the church band for a while. I loved every moment. My only concern was about the man who worked with Al.. His wife didn't seem to be the kind of person that would want her husband singing about this woman named Joyce all the time. That wasn't her name.
One day when we were playing, I realized that the song was not about Joyce, but about joints! I stopped cold and said, did you just say smoked two joints??? He said, yes, what do you think I was saying? Joyce, I said. Oh, he said. I can't play this one anymore. Oh...
Before I understood the words, I loved it:
Spoke to Joyce in the morning
Spoke to Joyce at night
Spoke to Joyce in the afternoon
Every thing's all right
Spoke to Joyce in times of peace
Spoke to Joyce in war
Spoke to Joyce then I spoke to Joyce
Then I spoke some more,
Spoke to Joyce!!
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