Give It A Rest Uwe!

When I was a junior in high school, we had a German exchange student. He was everything you'd think of in a stereotypical German guy- hefty, looks like he's 40 only he's 17, has a 5 o'clock shadow at noon, has graying wavy hair, and I feel like he was wearing lederhosen (but that might just be to show off that he was an exchange student). He came in on the first day of choir, sat down at the piano before the start of class and started playing and singing in this rich baritone voice. He sang operatically and the sound filled the choir room. Students felt as though they were being welcomed into class and ushered into this new choir history. They applauded for him after the bell rang.

Cut to one week later....Uwe (pronounced Uva to lame English speakers), continues to play and sing and serenade the class until one student, sensing the rising sentiment of disgust, yells out: "Give it a rest Uwe!!"

No more playing piano or singing after that. (except in choir and in the multiple solos the choir director gave him).

In honor of Uwe, I looked up hefty guy playing a piano on Google and found this:


I know Uwe would have been much more dignified.