PING PONG
Ordinarily, given our professional circumstances, we at Mango Pudding Blues might be wildly consternated about our impending unemployment as we face down our last few days at the contract that has been keeping us from you. But there’s no time to think, because we are too busy blossoming in our twin obsessions, Gamelan and Ping Pong.
Yes. It’s a super-long weekend here in Canada, with the nation’s birthday, today, a Tuesday and anyone with any verve playing hooky yesterday. Coinciding is the visit of a teacher from Bali, via Colorado, to whip the Gamelan group into shape. Morning to night rehearsals, new songs and hardcore technical instruction broken only by bouts of ping pong, which, it turns out, is the greatest sport known to man. We at Mango Pudding Blues now regret the years we spent doing things other than playing ping pong.
Ping Pong!
