Boo, never invite me for dinner. I’ll be looking at your flatware. You should count it after I’m gone.
Hell, Air Canada’s coffee spoons are great, and are shaped perfectly. And they fit very well in a sportcoat pocket. 
For metals, however, you can’t beat Oneida Hotel Plates. Silver-plated stainless steel. Or for woods, Pakistani Teak.
Yeah, I take spoons seriously. Sometimes, too seriously.
I’m on the wrong end, as I’ve been waking up at 4 am, so I’ve got a special type of insomnia. As I am in Swtizerland, it means I’m meeting up with you all.
It’s now 7:40, so I’m just starting my day.
But I have a 70+ stack of postcards from different European places, so if anybody wants a postcard, with a few handwritten sentences, PM me your address.
And Spoons, I love your stories. And I keep thinking of this scene from Doctor Who:
Thank you! I’ve got plenty more, as I’m sure we all do.
The “Doctor Who” clip was fun. If you know how to handle a spoon, you can beat an opponent with a sword. That’s how it should be. Great post!
Thanks again,
Spoons
0653 GMT
Here I lay, all broken hearted, tried to sleep…
And got stuck in a mental loop reviewing bathroom graffiti of all things.
Brains is weird.
Tip o’the night cap to Die Capactrix
@Spoons whats the most unlikely music you’ve ever, er spooned? Metallica, Barry Manilow? Neil Diamond? Nazareth?
Dork, as long as the music has a beat and a rhythm, you can play spoons.
I’ve played along to Barry Manilow’s “Copacabana,” (disco is easy) and Neil Diamond’s “America” (you need to know when to cut in and cover eight bars). But Metallica and Nazareth–well I’ve heard them before, but they’re not really my cup of tea.
Most unlikely spoon tunes? Anything that just goes along with the same rhythm. Harry Chapin was gifted at story-telling in music, and he could build a song around his ideas, but while I can play with his songs, it’s not much fun. For me as a spoon player, anyway; but I do love to sing Harry’s songs.
But the Barra MacNeils, Tanglefoot, Great Big Sea, the Rankin Family, and others–oh yeah. I’m there. I once was invited to appear with the Barras, on stage with members of Great Big Sea, in St. John’s Newfoundland. I attended, and joined in. Gosh, was that ever a fun night!
Damn! I know an international spoons player!
Well, yeah, Boo. I’m Canadian, and Newfoundland is a province of Canada. So it wasn’t international–more like inter-provincial. Although if you are in the US, then it is international.
I’ve played spoons in seven out of ten of Canada’s provinces. The western provinces don’t really get it. I guess I’ve got a lot of work to do.
@Spoons, provincial is the last thing I would call you.
Great stories, Spoons!
Very nice story. 
Follow up - do you have any clips of you playing that you could share? I’d love to hear it.
I agree. I think a coordinator would be helpful. If no one else wants the position, I will offer.
I’m not aware of any. By that, I mean that I know nobody has filmed me close-up. That doesn’t mean that somebody in the back of the audience has, however. So clips may be out there, but if they are, I don’t know about them.
Phooey. I’d really like to hear it.
So, how’s everyone?
I’m good.
Thinking about it, I may have a DVD of me playing a charity show in Edmonton back in 2008 or so. No guarantees that I can find it, but I’ll have a look, and if I can find it, I’ll edit the “me playing” out and try to post my segment.
Spoons, I’m deeply impressed. As a kid, I remember trying to play the spoons. I think most kids go through this stage. It was right around the time I tried to play the comb. I can’t do either, but I’ve always been fascinated with people who can play the spoons. Awhile back I discovered Abby the Spoon Lady. And to think you share that talent!
It fascinates me that humans can look at an object used for some mundane purpose, and think, “I bet I could get a tune out of that.”
Love the stories.
So since I work at night I use the lobby bathroom instead of trekking to the employee bathroom. The women’s room shares a wall with the kitchen, and the lobby is a separate building from any guest rooms. Since Covid started our kitchen cleaners have been done by 11 PM. There is me and security for employees.
I went to the bathroom about 3:30 AM. I can hear men talking and laughing through the kitchen walls. I know it’s not security as he’s walking the grounds. Ain’t nobody in there. This isn’t the first time I’ve heard this but yeah. The lobby’s empty.
It is an amazing thing about us humans. Seems we are almost as driven to make music and have it in our lives as we are to be social and when we do one, the other is virtually always also there, celebration or mourning, solidarity or competition. Thank you for bringing this warm realization to mind.
Bagpipes though? Spoons make so much more sense. Imagine trying to eat your porridge with a bagpipe.
No fair! If you are that enthusiastic about a late night thread really catching on and taking off, you have to stay up all night and make it happen! 
You’re right: it clearly doesn’t work the other way around. Imagine trying to eat a T-bone with a trombone or a tuna with a tuba. Nope.
My childhood attempt at spoons came about after I saw someone on TV play a comb (which I also tried). Then I tried playing the jug (OK, really a Coke bottle). I also had no luck with drinking glasses. It’s a good thing my mother didn’t own a washboard: it left me with one dream intact.
I did play trombone and can confirm, it’s difficult to eat a T-bone with one.
Funny how something can be so central to your life, and then suddenly, it’s not.
T-bones or trombones?
