Viola Joke-of-the-Day
Aug. 7th, 2003 12:42 pmQ: What's the definiton of "perfect pitch?"
A: Throwing a viola into a dumpster without hitting the rim.
Q: Why do violists stand for long periods outside people's houses?
A: They can't find the key and they don't know when to come in.
Q: What's the difference between a seamstress and a violist?
A: The seamstress tucks up the frills.
Q: What's the difference between a washing machine and a violist?
A: Vibrato.
Q: Why do so many people take an instant dislike to the viola?
A: It saves time.
A: Throwing a viola into a dumpster without hitting the rim.
Q: Why do violists stand for long periods outside people's houses?
A: They can't find the key and they don't know when to come in.
Q: What's the difference between a seamstress and a violist?
A: The seamstress tucks up the frills.
Q: What's the difference between a washing machine and a violist?
A: Vibrato.
Q: Why do so many people take an instant dislike to the viola?
A: It saves time.
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Date: 2003-08-11 04:58 am (UTC)I was doing a concert in upstate New York, when I was put up in this nice lodge. It was a beautiful place, with a large stone fireplace against one wall, with a roaring fire lighting a edwardian common room, with thick carpeting, fine tables and chairs to match. The manager apologized, saying that there was a chess tournament in town, and he was afraid that many of the people in the lodge were a part. I figured there were worse tournaments to share a hotel with, so had no problems, especially when I was told that I could practice until 10:00. With visions of Britten in my head, I retired to my room, and practiced for the next days concert.
In the common room, the quiet chess players proved they were anything but. It got rowdy, and loud. I heard the sound of solid chess pieces flying around, with epitaphs following them, such as "You won't catch me in a forward Gambit tomorrow," and "I am too good to be pulled into such a trap." It was horrible, horrible.
I called the night manager, who said there was really nothing he could do. After a fashion, he finally got them calmed down around 3 with the gentle threat that I would hide my metronome somewhere in the chess tournament room if they didn't all quiet down. Finally, I got some sleep.
I appeared bleary eyed for my concert the next day, and of course I pulled it off, but I must say, there is nothing worse than chess nuts boasting by an open fire.
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Date: 2003-08-11 06:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-11 07:10 am (UTC)I will shift from music to agrarian.
Two cows were sitting on a grassy hilltop. One asks the other "What do you think of this 'mad cow disease?'"
"What do I care? I'm a helicopter!"
or perhaps navel?
There was an old salt who walked into a bar with a piece of a ship's wheel sticking out of his pants. The barkeep turns to him and says "Mate, there seems to be a bit of something in your pants"
"Arr, and it's driving me nuts..."
or religious?
You heard, of course, about the Bhuddist monk who declined novocane? He wanted to transcend dental medication...
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Date: 2003-08-11 08:29 am (UTC)