Dear Friends.
Regarding my last concert:
Many have written asking how the concert went. I have limited time, being a consummate artist really sucks all the marrow out of me {NO! Don’t go there!} so I cannot write to the less than ten thousand of you individually, so please forgive this ‘mass mailing.’
A good friend wrote: “I hope there was a good turn out.” I thought I might share my response to him with you:
It's odd that you said that you hoped that there was a good turn out, because at the concert one of my most ardent fans suddenly split his spleen and would have died except that the crack, number one thoracic surgeon in the known universe just happened to be in the audience (he is a real big fan of moi, too---by the way). He got the poor chap up on the hors d'oeuvre table and grabbed some cutlery and went right to work--cut him open like a can of sardines, expertly scooped out all 26 yards of the spleeny guys small intestines, did the Waffle procedure (called ‘The Turn’ in the parlance) and piled his guts into two neat piles between the deviled eggs (with real Hungarian paprika!!) and Kosher pickles. His insides were now his outsides. One of the lucky attendees, a top surgeon himself, said he had never seen someone so well turned out. Thankfully the spleen was expertly repaired and in spite of this very minor blip the concert was superb, as usual. But to answer your question: Yes there was an excellent turn out.
Many thanks and appreciation for those who did come, but I must say I was really sorry for the rest of you who missed such a fantastic performance. I suppose I will have to console myself with the fact that less than a thousand at any show is not so shabby.
I always find the excuses that far too many of you come up with sort of amusing. Let me say, right off the bat, that I refuse, absolutely, to address the ‘sick pet’ excuse. Suffice to say that when puppies, parakeets and pussycats have usurped the importance of my sharing the glories of my instrument with you, my fellow human beings, then the bottom has surely dropped out of the nadir of modern culture.
Sickness with multi symptoms graphically described was probably the most frequent (I will have to check with my numbers people to be sure) lame brain excuse. And folks, just for the record, I can’t even pretend (at this point in my career) to really care how green was your sputum.
The ill-child was almost as popular even though it is tired, abused and overused. But don’t try to kid a kidder because I used it myself last week when I called a friend (maybe now ex-friend) and told him that I couldn’t come to his uninterrupted reading of all of Berthold Brecht’s plays in the original German: that my kid was sick. “But Bill,” he said, “your youngest is 39 and lives in Buffalo.” Oops! Look--no one is perfect, and sometimes destiny calls---and usurps all rules for the few of us.
But folks, just to let you know that when you try to pull the ‘sick child’ stchick please be aware that the latest research is quite succinct: “Children’s diseases are best treated by leaving the kid at home alone, whatever their age.” As any respectable doctor will tell you: “the best thing you can do is to let the kid work it out by himself, because severe illness is best done solo.” Fevers cleanse--give the kids some space--stop being a helicopter parent for one night. For my last show I had seven people use the kid excuse, and after some minor detective work by my people, we discovered that 5 of the 7 were childless. Folks--the ‘sick child’ excuse is no longer acceptable, either by me or my people.
But the supposed accident, usually involving a vehicle, was the close third, at least in the list of excuses that limped in. I can have my secretary look up on Monday an exact count, but I do know there were at least four people claiming to have been hurt trying to get to my show. The one confirmed case we have was young Frank Callow, an eager young fellow, and former keen fan---who in running for the bus, in a blind tear to get to hear me, was hit by a snow plow. Witnesses say that he didn’t suffer too much---his decapitation took only a few minutes.
Young Frank’s absence was perhaps understandable: because let’s face it, Frank had no head for dealing with traffic. But I am having a harder time with the lot of you who allowed inertia to win. Fans and ordinary people, you need valid excuses. You don’t want to be taken off my mailing list. Dare I remind you of Catherine O’Mally who concurrently missed two of my shows, was subsequently removed from my mailings--and less than two weeks later had leprosy of the nether regions. How absolutely ghastly for dear Catherine; Needless to say she is on my prayer list.
Some ‘medical genius’ suggested that it was just a co-incidence, but numbers don’t lie. ‘Nough said.
I will keep you posted about my next show.
Keep well---at least until then.
Love,
Bill