Magenta
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Today my teacher brought a cajon for me to have a go at as I'd never played one before.
Picture the scene: I'm sitting on it, in the conventional manner, while he is bending down in front of me showing me how to obtain different sounds by striking it lower down, and higher up ... And then the door opens and Mr Madge walks in to find me with a Very Nice Young Man with his hand between my legs!
True Brit that Mr Madge is, he didn't bat an eyelid, just said "Hi Liam," and carried on. I, of course, complimented him on his impeccable timing and laughed like a drain.
Picture the scene: I'm sitting on it, in the conventional manner, while he is bending down in front of me showing me how to obtain different sounds by striking it lower down, and higher up ... And then the door opens and Mr Madge walks in to find me with a Very Nice Young Man with his hand between my legs!
True Brit that Mr Madge is, he didn't bat an eyelid, just said "Hi Liam," and carried on. I, of course, complimented him on his impeccable timing and laughed like a drain.
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