Beethoven and Rachmaninoff did some great things with those lengths of sheet wire especially wound with copper, but every four years both political parties hijack the keys at the deep end of the keyboard, and with foot firmly planted on the loud pedal so that no damper shall hamper their exploited resonnance:
(voiceover):
“Herb Schmidlapp approves of feeding schoolchildren turpentine in their school lunches”
(lower chords): “DOOONG!”
(voiceover):
Herb Schmidlapp. Wrong on turpentine. Wrong for America."
And the crazy thing is, some union musician, who as a child dreamed of Arrau and Horowitz, is paid to sit there and put his or her finger down, just so.
“Rupert Pupkin believes it is better to be a king for a night than a schmuck for a lifetime, even though President George W Bush has shown us differently so many times.”
<rimshot>
“Rupert Pupkin. Wrong on comedy. Wrong for America.”
Wouldn’t it be fun to hear Three Stooges music or Laurel and Hardy theme played at the end of political commercials? Maybe the theme from Mighty Mouse:
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Wouldn’t it be fun to hear Three Stooges music or Laurel and Hardy theme played at the end of political commercials? Maybe the theme from Mighty Mouse:
Charles Bombastian hadn’t been born yet in 1924, but if he had, would he have been the kind of racist, stick-in-the-mud politician who would have tried to close down the jazz clubs?
<Skippity bap de bop de doo bop, oooohhh yeaaaaah!>
You bet he would. Charles Bombastian. Wrong on Satchmo. Wrong for America.