As promised, Rob picked me up at the airport. We had dinner and then headed into the studio. We got Chapter 6 recorded and are now going home. Ah, sleep.

I’m at the Chattanooga airport on my way back to Portland. I’ll get home at 6:00 tonight and head straight to the studio. Well, probably dinner and then studio.

There’s an article in the paper about my Dad. What’s more exciting is that they did an online segment with video, so you can actually see Dad play the musical saw.

One of my favorite things is to get Dad to bring the saw out when company comes. I love the way jaws drop; people alternate between awe and laughter. I mean, it sounds like a soprano, but it’s a saw. And yes, he cuts with it.

Once, the North Carolina Symphony asked him to play with them, but they wanted a gimmick so people would believe that he was playing an actual handsaw. Dad walked out on stage, sat down on the bench that they’d given him and it wobbled. Badly. He frowned, then stood up, turned the bench on it’s side and sawed off one of the legs to shorten it.

Then he sat down and played with full symphonic accompaniment.

(Of course, they’d pre-trimmed the other legs and marked the one that he needed to trim.) Dad usually makes a couple of “tuning” sorts of sounds on the saw before he starts playing, not because it needs tuning, but so that people can get the giggles out of the way.

Ever seen anyone, besides my dad, play the saw?