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Erich Kallmeyer

You could hardly check your coat, it was so crowded. It was pretty quiet, though, because Ernie was playing the piano. It was supposed to be something _holy_, for God's sake, when he sat down at the piano. Nobody's _that_ good. About three couples, besides me, were waiting for tables, and they were all shoving and standing on tiptoes to get a look at old Ernie while he played. He had a big damn mirror in front of the piano, with this big spotlight on him, so that everybody could watch his face while he played. You couldn't see his _fingers_ while he played - just his big old face. Big deal. I'm not too sure what the name of the song was that he was playing when I came in, but whatever it was, he was really stinking it up. He was putting all these dumb, show-offy ripples in the high notes, and a lot of other very tricky stuff that gives me a pain in the ass. You should've heard the crowd, though, when he was finished. You would've puked. They went mad. They were exactly the same morons that laugh like hyenas in the movies at stuff that isn't funny. I swear to God, if I were a piano player or an actor or something and all those dopes thought I was terrific, I'd hate it. I wouldn't even want them to _clap_ for me. People always clap for the wrong things. If I were a piano player, I'd play it in the goddam closet. Anyway, when he was finished, and everybody was clapping their heads off, old Ernie turned around on this stool and gave this very phoney, _humble_ bow. Like as if he was a helluva humble guy, besides being a terrific piano player. It was very phoney - I mean him being such a big snob and all. In a funny way, though, I felt sort of sorry for him when he was finished. I don't even think he knows any more when he's playing right or not. It isn't all his fault. I partly blame all those dopes that clap their heads off - the'd foul up anybody, if you gave them a chance. Anyway, it made me feel depressed and lousy again, and I damn near got my coat back and went back to the hotel, but it was too early and I didn't feel much like being all alone.
(J.D.Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye)

Kommentare 2

  • Bernhard J. L. 5. Juli 2005, 17:17

    Seit EBV gilt der Spruch von Erich Kallmeyer auch nicht mehr *g*
    lg bernhard
  • Daniel Mueller 15. Januar 2004, 8:10

    herzlichen dank für das 'farben & fantasy' pro, welches sich in all meine contras eingeschlichen hat...

    wurde gerade noch getadelt, weil ich einen selbstvorschlag gemacht habe. als neuling der fc hab ich gemeint, dass man das tun darf/soll...!?

    dein grollender himmel ist ja der hammer.
    und die grüne blüte riecht spitze ;)

    lg d@n.
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