text_original: Several of the women left the table and gathered about the piano. They watched my fingers and asked what kind of music it was that I was playing, where I had learned it, and a host of other questions. It was only by being repeatedly called back to the table that they were induced to finish their dinner. When the guests arose, I struck up my ragtime transcription of Mendelssohn's "Wedding March," playing it with terrific chromatic octave runs in the bass.
text_transcription: SEVERAL OF THE WOMEN LEFT THE TABLE AND GATHERED ABOUT THE PIANO THEY WATCHED MY FINGERS AND ASKED WHAT KIND OF MUSIC IT WAS THAT I WAS PLAYING WHERE I HAD LEARNED IT AND A HOST OF OTHER QUESTIONS IT WAS ONLY BY BEING REPEATEDLY CALLED BACK TO THE TABLE THAT THEY WERE INDUCED TO FINISH THEIR DINNER WHEN THE GUESTS AROSE I STRUCK UP MY RAG TIME TRANSCRIPTION OF MENDELSSOHN'S WEDDING MARCH PLAYING IT WITH TERRIFIC CHROMATIC ACTIVE RUNS IN THE BASS
phonemes: sˈɛvɹəl ʌvðə wˈɪmɪn lˈɛft ðə tˈeɪbəl ænd ɡˈæðɚd ɐbˌaʊt ðə piˈænoʊ. ðeɪ wˈɑːtʃt maɪ fˈɪŋɡɚz ænd ˈæskt wʌt kˈaɪnd ʌv mjˈuːzɪk ɪt wʌz ðæt aɪ wʌz plˈeɪɪŋ, wˌɛɹ aɪ hæd lˈɜːnd ɪt, ænd ɐ hˈoʊst ʌv ˈʌðɚ kwˈɛstʃənz. ɪt wʌz ˈoʊnli baɪ bˌiːɪŋ ɹᵻpˈiːɾᵻdli kˈɔːld bˈæk tə ðə tˈeɪbəl ðæt ðeɪ wɜːɹ ɪndˈuːst tə fˈɪnɪʃ ðɛɹ dˈɪnɚ. wˌɛn ðə ɡˈɛsts ɚɹˈoʊz, aɪ stɹˈʌk ˌʌp maɪ ɹˈæɡtaɪm tɹænskɹˈɪpʃən ʌv mˈɛndɪlsˌoʊnz "wˈɛdɪŋ mˈɑːɹtʃ," plˈeɪɪŋ ɪt wɪð tɚɹˈɪfɪk kɹoʊmˈæɾɪk ˈɑːktɪv ɹˈʌnz ɪnðə bˈeɪs.