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Curmudgeon
Los Angeles
We were the trumpeter, the flutist, the bassoonist, two violinists, and this chorus tenor: all Southern Californians in town to present two Gilbert and Sullivan works, all well-versed in Thai menus, all pleased at the diversity of the selection, the quality of the food, and the excellence of the service. In jest, I commented that we represented a fine little mixed ensemble from the company and could give a nice evening of chamber music. “No high winds,” the bassoonist nodded approvingly. “I’m a high wind!” the trumpeter rejoined, as though offended. Bassoonist and trumpeter are friends and tour roommates. They’ll have to resolve the matter on their own time.