Of Bondage and Violins

Day 0

The two main topics on my mind this morning as I rode the train to work were as follows:

a)  I miss the bus.  Specifically, the pre-high school bus rides in which I was above ground for my commute.  You don’t realize how this can be taken for granted until your musical landscape is composed of other people’s undesirable parts, as well as a minimal, but unwavering  tension that almost always exists between strangers crammed into small spaces.

b) The place where I take violin lessons is quite possibly also a hotbed of S&M instruction.  We’re talking informative and educational courses covering an array of topics such as: golden showers, knifeplay, caning and my personal favorite, suturing!  Yes, we’re talking sewing flesh to flesh, baby.  Now, how I came across this information, and whether it is verified, you may wonder.  In doing some work-related research I happened upon an organization that offered these classes.  The address looked oddly familiar–google maps happened-and there it was.  Same building, same floor.  I find this very intriguing, but am not yet sure what the next step is beyond wondering if someone is pissing in someone else’s mouth while I’m practicing Jingle Bells.  (We played Jingle Bells in August, so it’s entirely possible, even in February.)   Fingers crossed.