tries to find “Brown note”
Hey, Cy, lets’ break out our metal mouthpieces and go to town on these punks. I’m talking high “F” palm key action here.
Jonathan Chance, “Yes I put steel strings on my classical! AND IT HAS SCARS FROM THE PICKUP I PUT IN ONCE!”
It is a sad day for that instrument. A very, very sad day. I bet you don’t even bother putting that guitar in a case when you carry it outside. I can practically hear the screams from it from here. 
That reminds me of a student I had once. He had a $200 guitar (coincidently a Yamaha also) that he would take into his lesson without a case. It wasn’t a great guitar and I never saw the back of it until one day I saw him leave his lesson and watched him pick up some rocks outside. I was shocked and offended to see him swinging the guitar like a bat at the rocks and batting them across the parking lot of my apartment. He only learned the basic chords of the instrument and never really put in the time to practice so he could advance any further.
HUGS!
Sqrl
HEY!
Well, yeah. You’ve got a point there.
Well, I can always put her down again if the caterwauling gets to be too much; just say the word and WHAM–tuba to the face. 
:::sneaks up on aschrott:::
Talk trash about instrument players, huh?
THONK!
:::nails aschrott on head with husband’s bass:::
Ooooh…listen to that reverb!
Okay. That’s it. I’ve been killed twice in two days, in two threads. I know it’s nothing personal, but I’m breaking out the spinnet (sp?).
(Just becasue the only thing I can play on it is “Chopsticks” doesn’t mean I can’t use it.)
::Stuffs Myrr in to the spinnet & begins to play “Chopsticks” ::
Phew! Goodness, let’s take a break! Who’s up for a spot of tea?
{dum dee dum dah deee…one teaspoon each, and one for the pot…}
DAVE, be a darling and warm the teapot, would you? The kettle’s about to boil.
Olentzero, could you cut the cucumber sandwiches?
::crawls out, opens Ukulele Ike’s mouth, inserts trombone, plays trombone so that slide can be seen protruding from back of neck::
Alright y’all…you wanna piece of me…come get some!
Metal mouthpieces, Chris? That’s cold, man, real cold.
:::makes Chinese stars out of Sousa marches, and begins to use sax case as battering ram to break into the storage closet, which gives after a brief moment:::
I love the smell of folding chairs in the morning…
Drummer girl here. Well… all percussion. Especially mallets. I’m also a contralto voice part. (I can sing more or less the equivilant of tenor one.)
My girlfriend wants to be a music teacher. She plays almost every instrument known to mankind. But I can still claim a bit of superiority because her grammar’s atrocious.
andygirl
Geez, for all the amounts of goading we do to each other with musician jokes, when it comes time to back it up we just don’t cut the mustard, do we? Guess we’re too afraid of having a serious injury impair our ability to play. Ah, well, where’s them cucumbers?
So I went to a musicians’ brawl and a concert broke out…
Piano and gee-tar! A Jasmine Takamine to be precise. Though not much I play on it sounds like music. But I have fun. And I also enjoy randomly hitting the drums though I have no idea what I’m doing.
still recovering from simultaneous blows to the head and the tender regions
The convergence of violent impacts to opposite ends of my body has produced an anomalous high-pressure zone in my torso, only adding to the stentorian power of my lungs!!!.
I will have my revenge!!!
prepares to sing Tom Lehrer medley…
Bah! Strings and pianos and singers! You all suck! Brass is the way to go!
Jumps in and joins Juan on her shiny, brass trumpet with another fortissimo high C that bursts the ear drums of all the non-brassies…cause brassies are used to us god-awfully annoying trumpets