The Musical Theory of Icy Sidewalks
If you don’t C-sharp, you’ll B-flat.
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March 29th, 2008 at 10:56 pm
You should be thrown off a clef for that one.
March 30th, 2008 at 5:55 pm
A bass accusation. I treble in my boots!
March 30th, 2008 at 7:53 pm
The volume of your complaint misses the key point.
March 30th, 2008 at 11:13 pm
I’ll keep trumpeting it until you take note.
March 31st, 2008 at 7:56 am
I’m guitar-ed of it already….
March 31st, 2008 at 1:21 pm
Tough. I’m going to keep harping on it until I’ve drummed it in.
April 1st, 2008 at 4:52 pm
Tuba-d puns per line? How can I meter that quota?
April 1st, 2008 at 9:35 pm
String-ing me along? Quit fiddling around, you know the (musical) score.
April 3rd, 2008 at 8:29 am
No need to get violin-t or to fret.
April 3rd, 2008 at 4:17 pm
Why wood(wind) I? I just want you to pipe down, if not stop entirely — do you reed me?
April 4th, 2008 at 3:00 pm
I won’t even half-stop, even more so a full rest. Who do you think you are, top brass?
April 5th, 2008 at 1:05 am
That’s right, I sit in the first chair, so don’t horn in on my turf. But it’s time for lunch now… would you like a drumstick? I snared a fish too, but watch out for the (trom)bones. Oops… ’scuse me, I’ve got to go answer the (xylo)phone.
April 5th, 2008 at 1:05 am
(It’s a tune-a fish, of course.
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April 5th, 2008 at 10:06 pm
Uncle!
April 6th, 2008 at 9:38 am
:-p
April 7th, 2008 at 3:40 pm
In 7th heaven, are we?