Scarlatti Snapp'd

Man, so much stuff has happened since I last blogged...the Royal Wedding fiesta wrapped up, Bin Laden was killed, Stephen Harper got his majority...etc.  *sweeps grand news of the world away*

Well, my life has been just as busy, but far less headline-stealing.  Now that I have time to blog, I will recount a story of how Scarlatti caused a ruckus today.

After playing for another 2-hour marathon this morning, I started playing in the café downstairs.  A lady was doing an interview with a potential volunteer and another group of people were having lunch.

I was playing Scarlatti sonatas.  Not Spanish woodpecker Scarlatti, but calm and slightly depressing Scarlatti.

One of the ladies eating lunch has the nerve to interrupt me...she's like, "Can you play quieter please?"

WTFFFFFF?

I am so pissed.  I looked her in the eye and I'm like, "Yo, I volunteer here three hours everyday.  I don't HAVE to come here but I do it out of the goodness of my own heart.  If you hate it so much, eat somewhere else!"

And she's like "We enjoyed it the other day when it was quiet..."  WTF?  I was playing Beethoven, lady...and half-compliments don't cut it.  I don't come to be background music...I come to be listened to and to be enjoyed.

After I pulled some more Scarlatti snaps, I went out to another place to play.  The lady doing the interview came out and was like, "For the record, I like it better when you play in the caf".  Aww, thanks...

In my two years playing at the seniors home, I have never, ever gotten anything less than praise.

Because I enrich the lives of the elderly out of the goodness of my heart.  If you can't take the heat, got outta the kitchen!  Because I have a temper and I'm not afraid to use it...