A groanworthy music theory joke, which starts like this:
A 'C,' an E-flat, and a 'G' go into a bar. The bartender says: "Sorry,but we don't serve minors." So the E-flat leaves, and the C and the G have an open fifth between them....
How I found the above joke: I noticed I had a couple of visits from a Technorati search for "Bob Wills", so I went to see who else was blogging about the Man from Turkey, Texas, and found this entry, which includes this bit of wisdom:
Anyone who doesn't want to dance (however badly) while listening to western swing has a heart made of stone.
Indeed.
The blogger responsible for that sententia sapiens is a clarinet teacher from Fort Worth who reads Latin for fun, has a crush on George Will, loves puns, chicken fried steak, modern art, chips and salsa, grand opera, Dr. Pepper, and Whittaker Chambers' Witness, which book is the topic of her most recent entry. Only in the blogosphere....
Comments (2)
Goodness, when you put it that way I sound positively manic! ;)
I will say, however, that as much as I love Bob Wills (and boy, do I!) I can never get enough of Tex Williams.
Posted by Sarah | September 20, 2005 9:10 AM
Posted on September 20, 2005 09:10
Thanks for visiting, Sarah, and thanks for the recommendation of Tex Williams. I've not heard his music.
I enjoyed browsing through your site. One of the wonderful things about the blogosphere is that it suits those of us who are difficult or impossible to categorize, says someone who took Latin and Greek as part of his degree program at MIT.
Posted by MichaelBates
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September 20, 2005 3:15 PM
Posted on September 20, 2005 15:15