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The Mad Tromobonist
(August 1998, Uruguay) In a misplaced moment of inspiration, Paolo Esperanza, bass-trombonist with the Symphonica Maya de Uruguay, decided to make his own contribution to the cannon shots fired during a performance of Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture at an outdoor children's concert.
In complete disregard of common sense, he dropped a large lit firecracker, equivalent in strength to a quarter stick of dynamite, into his aluminum straight mute, and then stuck the mute into the bell of his new Yamaha in-line double-valve bass trombone.
Later from his hospital bed he explained to a reporter through a mask of bandages, "I thought the bell of my trombone would shield me from the explosion and focus the energy of the blast outwards and away from me, propelling the mute high above the orchestra like a rocket."
However Paolo was not to speed on his propulsion physics, nor was he qualified to wield high-powered artillery. Despite his haste to raise the horn before the firecracker exploded, he failed to lift the bell of the horn high enough for the airborne mute's arc to clear the orchestra. What happened should serve as a lesson to us all during our own delirious moments of divine inspiration.
First, because he failed to sufficiently elevate the bell of his horn, the blast propelled the mute between rows of musicians in the woodwind and viola section, where it bypassed the players and rammed straight into the stomach of the conductor, driving him backwards off the podium and directly into the front row of the audience.
Fortunately, the audience was sitting in folding chairs and thus they protected from serious injury. The chairs collapsed under the first row, and passed the energy from the impact of the flying conductor backwards into the people sitting behind them, who in turn were driven back into the people in the third row and so on, like a row of dominos. The sound of collapsing wooden chairs and grunts of people falling on their behinds increased geometrically, adding to the overall commotion of cannons and brass playing the closing measures of the Overture.
Meanwhile, unplanned audience choreography notwithstanding, Paolo Esperanza's Waterloo was still unfolding back on stage. According to Paolo, "As I heard the sound of the firecracker blast, time seemed to stand still. Right before I lost consciousness, I heard an Austrian accent say, "Fur every akshon zer iz un eekval unt opposeet reakshon!" This comes as no surprise, for Paolo was about to become a textbook demonstration of this fundamental law of physics.
Having failed to plug the lead pipe of his trombone, he paved the way for the energy of the blast to send a superheated jet of gas backwards through the mouthpiece, which slammed into his face like the hand of fate, burning his lips and face and knocking him mercifully unconscious.
The pyrotechnic ballet wasn't over yet. The force of the blast was so great it split the bell of his shiny new Yamaha trombone right down the middle, turning it inside out while propelling Paolo backwards off the riser. For the grand finale, as Paolo fell to the ground, his limp hands lost their grip on the slide of the trombone, allowing the pressure of the hot gases to propel the slide like a golden spear into the head of the third clarinetist, knocking him senseless.
The moral of the story? The next time a trombonist hollers "Watch this!" you'd better duck!
A Player's
Guide for Keeping Conductors in Line...
If there were a basic training manual
for orchestra players, it might include ways to practice not only music, but
one-upmanship. It seems as if many young players take pride in getting the
conductor's goat. The following rules are intended as a guide to the development
of habits that will irritate the conductor. (Variations and additional methods
depend upon the imagination and skill of the player).
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A violist is sitting in the front row, crying hysterically. The conductor
asks the violist. "what's wrong?" The violist answers, "The
second oboe loosened one of my tuning pegs." The conductor replied, "
I admit, that seems a little childish, but nothing to get so upset about. Why
are you crying?" To which the violist replied, "He won't tell me which
one!!"
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A woman and her friend are walking down the sidewalk
when they come upon a frog. The frog looks up at them and says, "Please
help me, I'm a jazz saxophonist and a witch put a horrible spell on me and
turned me into a frog. If one of you picks me up and kisses me, the spell will
be broken and I'll turn back into a jazz saxophonist... I'll marry you, play you
the most beautiful songs all the time, take you to all my gigs if you want, and
we'll live happily ever after." The woman picks up the frog, puts it in her
handbag and starts walking away very quickly. Her friend runs to catch up to her
& asks, "Aren't you going to kiss the frog?!?!?" The woman
replies, "Hell NO! A talking frog is worth a hell of lot more than a jazz
saxophonist!"
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Women are like pianos.....If they're not upright, they're grand!!!
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A scientific expedition disembarks from its plane at
the final outpost of civilization in the deepest Amazon rain forest. They
immediately notice the ceaseless thrumming of native drums. As they venture
further into the bush, the drums never stop, day or night, for weeks. The lead
scientist asks one of the natives about this, and the native's only reply is
"Drums good. Drums never stop. Very BAD if drums stop." The drumming
continues, night and day, until one night, six weeks into the trip, when the
jungle is suddenly silent. Immediately the natives run screaming from their
huts, covering their ears. The scientists grab one boy and demand "What is
it? The drums have stopped!" The terror-stricken youth replies "Yes!
Drums stop! VERY BAD!" The scientists ask "Why? Why? What will
happen?" Wild-eyed, the boy responds, " . . . BASS SOLO!!!"
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"Madam, you have an instrument between your legs
that could bring pleasure to thousands, yet you insist on sitting there and
scratching it!" -- Sir Thomas Beechum, conductor, to a cellist with
whose performance he was displeased!
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What do you call a person who hangs out with musicians?
A drummer!
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Female vocalist asks her keyboard
player, "I'd like to do 'My Funny Valentine' tonight... but can you think
of a way to 'jazz' it up?" Keyboard player replies, "Sure, we can do
the first chorus in G minor, then modulate to G#minor for the second chorus in
5/4 time, then modulate to A minor in 3/4 time for the bridge, then cut off the
last 3 bars!" She claims, "that might be too complicated to do without
a rehearsal!" Keyboard player responds, "Well, that's how you did it
last night!"
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Researchers wanted to determine if dogs took on the characteristics of
their masters. So they set up an experiment in their lab with three dog owners
and their dogs. The first owner was a mathematician, the second a chemist, the
third a musician! The first dog, owned by the mathematician, was quite
impressive, and when thrown a bunch of milk bones onto the floor, used her paws
to begin arranging them into elaborate mathematical equations! "Pretty
good!" said the researchers, "but not conclusive!" The second
dog, owned by the chemist, when thrown a bunch of milk bones on the floor, began
to arrange them to display complex chemical formulas! "Not bad!" said
the researchers, "but still not conclusive enough!" However, the
results of the third dog WERE very convincing in proving that dogs DO take on
characteristics of their owners... for the musician's dog... came late, ate all
the bones, made it with the other two dogs, then left early!
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A drummer, tired from being ridiculed by his peers, decided to learn how to play some "real" musical instruments. He went to a music store, walked in, approached the store clerk, and said, "I'll take that red trumpet over there and that accordion." The store clerk looked at him a bit funny, and replied "OK, you can have the fire extinguisher but the radiator's got to stay."
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Ludwig van Beethoven to a fellow composer:
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So the new conductor addresses the
orchestra. He tells them that things are going to change, that everyone will be
expected to be on time and that they will work for many long hours. The
timpanist, expressing his displeasure at the turn of events, belts out on the
drums BOOM-BOOM- BOOM-BOOM. The conductor, whirling around furiously, says,
"Alright, who did that?!"
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A girl went out on a date with a trumpet player, and when she came back her roommate asked, "Well, how was it? Did his embouchure make him a great kisser?"
"Nah," the first girl replied. "That dry, tight, tiny little pucker; it was no fun at all."
The next night she went out with a tuba player, and when she came back her roommate asked, "Well, how was his kissing?"
"Ugh!" the first girl exclaimed. "Those huge, rubbery, blubbery, slobbering slabs of meat; oh, it was just gross!"
The next night she went out with a French horn player, and when she came back her roommate asked, "Well, how was his kissing?"
"Well," the first girl replied, "his kissing was just so-so; but I loved the way he held me!"
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"There are more bad musicians than there is bad music."
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Buglers
Mr Alfred Brindley, a tool fitter from Leicestershire, returned home from work yesterday to find that, due to a typing error, his house had been bugled. This is the latest in a spate of particularly nasty typing errors to be reported in the Midlands during the last few weeks. Forensic experts believe that the buglers broke into Mr Brindley’s house through an unsecured upstairs window, then proceeded to play their instruments loudly and recklessly until they were disturbed by a meter reader. They then fled, leaving several pages of discarded sheet music behind them. Detectives believe that the same buglers are also responsible for other attacks in the area, although they cannot rule out the possibility that a number of trombonists were also involved.
In a statement to the press, Leicestershire Constabulary has promised that more resources will be diverted into the attempt to get these vicious typing errors stopped. In the meantime, they offer their sincerest condolences to the unfortunate victims. "These attacks are irritating and unpleasant, but we must remember that it could be a lot worse," commented Chief Inspector John Quigley, who was himself buggered only last month.
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