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I'd say it's easier. If you can play the guitar and read guitar music, you can certainly play the bass. A bass usually has four strings, while a guitar has at least six, so fewer notes to learn. And it's mostly playing individual notes in a repeating sequence rather than intricate chord...

Mmm, cookies. My head's feeling a little better, Ed man, but I think Nora's in need of it. (whistles) Hey, balloon boy, you want to bring in two rounds for the blue Muppet in room 7B? (Richard flies in, carrying two water balloons and humming "Fire and Rain." Seconds later, there are two...

R: That's right, just as long as the little red hairball is on an arm other than mine. (pause) What's this about coral? Are you guys going to the Great Barrier Reef or something? MN: (groan) That's chorale, Richard, not coral. R: (chuckle) I know, I know. I just couldn't pass up a dumb joke. MN...

Storyteller: (sitting outside her hut, doing some crochet) So where's Erin? Nora: In her room. I think her brain's overheated again. Storyteller: Good grief...those professors need to be reported. Nora: Yeah, and I think my head's getting a little warm, too. Storyteller: Are you still working...

Yeah...of the male Muppeteers, he's probably got the deepest pipes. :sing: So, let's see, a rundown of the voices so far...you're a soprano, I'm an alto, Richard's a baritone, but he can sing tenor with no problem (see also: Scooter), Jerry's a bass...heck, we might have the makings of a...

Or when Beaker's voice drops to a baritone, or when Scooter gets contacts. Or Statler starts praising every aspect of the Muppet Show. By the way, speaking of baritones...I talked to my mom, who's a classically-trained singer (and an alto, as am I). She says Richard's a baritone, as are most...

With me, I usually switch points of view in my Muppet dreams. One moment I'm sitting on the side of the set, watching the action, and the next moment I'm down in the trenches mingling with the Muppeteers, looking over someone's shoulder or trying not to get stepped on. It's all delightfully...

And that's why we love him, and his puppeteer...you know, one night while my relatives were visiting, Mom and I stopped by the photo of Richard's quilt and said goodnight to Richard, Scooter and the others. (and Mom reached up and pretended to stroke Richard's name panel, and my uncle looked at...

Oh, the mud's flying hot and heavy. (grabs an umbrella and runs back to the press box)

Okay, vote cast. (sigh) All this political stuff leaves me feeling lost. R: Have you tried Hare Krishna? Good grief, it's a running gag. (whispers something into Richard's ear)...only because she strong-armed Scooter into working for her. It'll reduce his chances of getting clobbered. R...

One of the SS humans in a bee suit...obviously a not-so-subtle jab at Saturday Night Live, and Belushi's not around to retaliate. (chuckle) It looks like Richard had a lot of fun playing Placido Flamingo, much more so than...say... R: Don't you dare say it... MN: Whatever you say...

1990...that must have been one of Richard's last turns as Maestro Flamingo. But he seems to have been healthy enough at that time. But in that photo taken on the set of Muppetvision 3D around that time, the one with him leaning against the ladder with Scooter's chin resting on his head, he...

That video is rather haunting, I have to say. I especially noticed the scene where the frog-like puppets are all grouped around the puppeteer's bed, because I sometimes have a mental image of Scooter, along with Richard's other Muppets, all grouped together around Richard's deathbed in the...

Yeah...and when I was in middle and high school, I got teased a lot for liking music that was "old." Then again, this is coming from the woman who, as a teenager, was told by her mother that she was "16 going on 36." (chuckle) But in high school, I did see eye to eye with my classmates on...

Led Zeppelin - "Stairway to Heaven."

R: Finally, a use for those water balloons I wanted to pitch at Jim Lewis. (drops one on me) MN: Thanks, Richard, I needed that...but since it's in the 40s here 'cause of that nor'easter that screamed through here over the weekend, I could use a towel. (grabs one) So how's everything going up...

We were talking about it in my creative writing class today, 'cause the guy wrote these creepy plays in his class there...and when the play's creepy enough to freak out even the teacher, it's gotta be creepy. In today's USA Today, they wrote that my (our) generation, the Gen-Y-ers or...

(loud squeal from kitchen) Storyteller: The smoke detector's going off in the kitchen! Nora! Did you leave something cooking? Nora: No! I only just got back here! (in kitchen) Storyteller: Hmm, hmm, the stove's off, the oven's off...wait a moment, that smoke has a distinct cerebral odor...

(walks in trailing a cloud of smoke) Sorry, everyone, but I think my brain's overheated with all the work I've had to do over the last three days. Hmm, a monster yelling for people to be nice to him...now that you mention it, that does kinda sound like someone we know... (voice from above)...

Heh, heh - it'd give new meaning to "bird calls."