Chubby, brunette Eunice Kinnison sat in a rocker, reading the Sunday papers and listening to the radio. Her husband Ralph lay sprawled upon the davenport, smoking a cigarette and reading the current issue of EXTRAORDINARY STORIES against an unheard background of music. Mentally, he was far from Tellus, flitting in his super-dreadnaught through parsec after parsec of vacuous space. E.E. "Doc" Smith, Triplanetary, Chapter 5: "1941"
Thursday, June 21, 2007
The Music of Humor
"A band, like a golf course, is only as good as its weakest link."
--Peter Schickele, "PDQ Bach: Music for an Awful Lot of Winds & Percussion" [featuring the Turtle Mountain Naval Base Tactical Wind Ensemble]
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