I Am a Fine Musician . . .
by Roberta Rogow
When Judy’s genius husband goes off to a conference, he leaves a machine on in his lab
that keeps bringing musical geniuses from the past to the present.
I could hear music all the way through the house. From the sounds drifting down, I could
tell that Schubert was strumming the guitar, Haydn had formed his string quartet, Bach
must have figured out how to turn on the Moog, and Handel had Vivaldi and Corelli working
on a motet (or maybe the Italians were working with Handel).
“I Am a Fine Musician . . .” by Roberta Rogow, in Don’t Open This Book!, edited by
Marvin Kaye (GuildAmerica Books, March 1998).