"I don't know what it is," I said, "I can only seem to be able to play one tune on it, Perfect Day, nothing else seems right or in tune."
"Let's have a look," said the assistant as he dismantled my clarinet.
"Ha, there's the problem, looks like it was fitted with a Lou Reed."
It’s a good thing his bedroom is soundproof
Dad: Probably the clarinet.
"I want to play the clarinet very badly!"
"Why not pay attention so you can play well?"
I was putting my clarinet on my closet shelf (the kind that has a rack for clothes attached), and the entire shelf collapsed, came out of the wall, and 2 trumpets in cases came down on top of me. Went to tell mom I broke my closet, said I was a bit shell-shocked and it startled the hell out of me. She said, "Don't you mean shelf-shocked?"