Making Music...

The Loony Bin ( loonies@bloodaxe.demon.co.uk )
Mon, 10 Feb 1997 16:39:41 +0000


Hiya Loonies...

Here's a wonderfully dreadful pun on music making...from our friends at
Joke of the Day...

Wishes & Dreams...

- ANDREA
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  ------- Forwarded foolishness follows -------

Recently, the Minnesota Orchestra was doing Beethoven's Ninth under the
baton of Milton Katims.....
     
Now at this point, you must understand two things: 
     
1. There's a quite long segment in this symphony where the bass violins
don't have a thing to do. Not a single note for page after page.
     
2. There is a night club right across the street from the Minnesota's
Orchestra Hall, rather favored by local musicians.
     
It had been decided that during this performance, once the bass players
had played their parts in the opening of the Ninth, they were to quietly
lay down their instruments and leave the stage, rather than sit on their
stools looking and feeling dumb for twenty minutes. 

Well, once they got backstage, someone suggested that they trot across
the street and drink a few brews.
     
After they had downed the first couple rounds, one said, "Shouldn't we
be getting back? It'd be awfully embarrassing if we were late."
     
Another, presumably the one who suggested this excursion in the first
place, replied, "Oh, I anticipated we could use a little more time, so I
tied a string around the last pages of the conductor's score. When he
gets down to there, Milton's going to have to slow the tempo way down
while he waves the baton with one hand and fumbles with the string with
the other." 
     
So they had another round, and finally returned to the Opera house, a
little tipsy by now.  However, as they came back on stage, one look at
their conductor's face told them they were in serious trouble. Katims
was furious! And why not? After all...
     
It was the bottom of the Ninth,
the basses were loaded,
and the score was tied.